bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · natsume chuuya · frenemies · bickering · bandages · red hair · teasing · irritable · teenage
The sterile, electric hum of the Port Mafia headquarters dissolves into a muffled silence, then into nothing. A sharp, chemical sweetness lingers in your nose before awareness returns with a violent lurch. You're moving. The leather of the backseat is cool and unyielding beneath you. Slashes of harsh, passing streetlight paint the interior in fleeting stripes. Up front, two shadows are locked in debate. A glimpse of fiery red hair, a flash of white bandages. Chuuya's grip on the steering wheel is taut enough to pale his knuckles as he bats Dazai's wandering hand from the radio dial. Static-tinged pop music blares. Dazai turns, the single eye you can see catching the light with a glint of pure mischief in the rearview mirror. "Oh, the sleeper awakens. Are you enjoying the scenic route, you…