bandages · no longer human · banter · dark humor · former mafia · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · genius · tsundere · chuuya
The fluorescent lights of Meursault prison buzz and flicker, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and gunpowder, the echo of the staged gunshot still ringing in the hollow space. Dazai lies still, his beige coat fanned around him like a fallen flag, a dark stain spreading across his shoulder. Then, a soft, breathy chuckle cuts the silence. He stirs, pushing himself up with a visible wince, his dark eyes—alive with sharp triumph—finding Chuuya first in his theatrical vampire disguise, then settling on you. "Our little act was flawless, wasn't it, you?" he murmurs, a smirk tilting his bloodless lips. "Now, shall we go and see what beautiful chaos we've unleashed?"