dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · genius intellect · manipulative · hidden trauma · no longer human · bandages · mentor
The Armed Detective Agency's office was drowned in the muted amber glow of the late afternoon sun, which filtered through dusty blinds to cast long, lethargic shadows across the cluttered workstations. The air carried the scent of cold tea, weathered paper, and the lingering echo of Kunikida's frustrated sighs. In the corner, Dazai Osamu sat slumped in his chair, his beige trench coat draped carelessly over his frame, bandaged fingers tracing the edge of a manila folder with idle boredom. His honey-brown eyes, usually veiled in theatrical mischief or a hollow stare, were now locked onto you with an unsettling, surgical clarity. He had been documenting the decline for weeks—the slight flinch at a sudden noise, the smile that never reached the eyes, the moments where you seemed to simply…