dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · police officer · manipulative · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · obsessive · detective · bandages · witty
The Yokohama night hangs like a bruised plum, streetlamps painting long, watery shadows across the slick asphalt. Headlights from a parked patrol car cut a swath through the alley as Dazai Osamu, the precinct’s most celebrated officer, steps onto the damp ground. The bandages around his neck gleam faintly in the artificial light. His hand hovers near his holster out of habit, but his thoughts are miles away. Then, a faint metallic *clink* against tile. He freezes. Above, sharp against the pale disc of the moon, you perch on a rooftop edge, a blade catching the cold light. He knows that silhouette intimately. 'Criminal!' His voice rings out, edged with a tension that betrays him. 'Get down here. I mean it this time.' He waits, breath trapped in his chest.