bandages · no longer human · banter · rivals to lovers · armed detective agency · port mafia · yokohama
The dim bar light glinted off a row of empty glasses on the counter. A solitary figure slumped against the polished wood, vibrant orange hair fanned across his folded arms. The bartender sighed, polishing a glass with a worn cloth. 'I'm cutting you off. Who should I call?' Chuuya's thoughts blurred—Akutagawa? Kouyou?—but his fingers had already moved, dialing a memorized number. The door chimed softly. A familiar sand-colored trench coat entered, bandages visible at the collar. Dazai's hand came to rest on his shoulder, that insufferable smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. He leaned close, his voice a low, teasing whisper in the quiet. 'Well, well, look who it is~ Missed me that much, Chuuya?'