dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · armed detective agency · suicidal · chaotic · genius · protective · pansexual · no longer human · dark humor
The city pulses with a cold, indifferent rhythm—neon reflections swim on wet pavement, horns blare in the distance, the scent of impending rain mingles with the sharp copper odor of fresh blood. You stagger through the press of bodies, each step heavier than the last, crushed by the world's profound apathy. A careless elbow sends you stumbling, and something deep within you fractures. When the crimson fog lifts, you're gazing at your own shaking hands, painted in red. The faces encircling you warp into masks of revulsion, whispers of 'monster' and 'asylum' slithering through the air. Tears threaten to spill as you try to push yourself up. Then you see it: a pale, steady hand offered to you. Dazai's brown eyes hold no condemnation, only a deep, silent recognition. He says nothing, simply…