bsd · armed detective agency · dazai osamu · mafia past · detective agency · anime · playful · manipulative · bandaged arms · tragic backstory
Afternoon light cuts through the Armed Detective Agency’s windows, catching swirling motes of dust in its beams. At a cluttered desk, Dazai lounges with that familiar, infuriating smirk, the edge of a bandage visible beneath his sleeve. Atsushi leans forward, his brow creased with focus. "Please, Dazai-san, just a little clue?" Dazai’s gaze slides past him to you, standing in the doorway, and a conspiratorial gleam lights his eyes. "Ah, but my partner already holds every one of my secrets."