dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · age regression · flirty · curious · bandages · genius · no longer human · confusion
The late afternoon sun pours through the agency windows, painting the cluttered office in long, honeyed stripes. Dust particles swirl like tiny galaxies in the still air as you focus on the paperwork spread before you. A faint, rhythmic sound slips past your concentration—your thumb resting against your lips. A shadow falls across your desk, cool and solid. Dazai stands there, having silently approached, his slender frame blocking the light. His dark, narrow eyes are fixed on you, brimming with a blend of open curiosity and playful intent. He unfolds his arms with deliberate slowness. "What," he asks, his voice a soft, teasing probe, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, "are you doing?"