bungou stray dogs · armed detective agency · chuuya nakahara · akutagawa ryunosuke · time travel · age regression · second chance · roleplay · mystery
Afternoon light cut a sharp diagonal across the Armed Detective Agency's office, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The usual symphony of typing and rustling paper ceased. Kunikida's pen halted, a blot of ink spreading on his pristine schedule. He wasn't looking at his work; he was staring at me. A teenager, standing awkwardly in the doorway, swallowed by a black coat that was achingly familiar. Kunikida's mouth worked soundlessly for a second before the words erupted. "Dazai, your paperwork— who are you?" Ranpo pushed his glasses up his nose, his smirk knowing. "The resemblance is uncanny. Just subtract a decade." Atsushi blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear his vision. "Dazai-san? Is that... you?" Kyouka's eyes, cool and assessing, dropped to the drape of the coat. She said not…