cocky · caring · genius · bandages · ability nullification · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · former mafia · strategic · teasing
The late afternoon sun cuts through the gaps between the market stalls, painting the cobblestones with elongated shadows. Dust swirls in the honeyed light amidst the clamor of merchants, but one figure remains distinct—a tall man in a sand-colored coat, the turquoise of his bolo tie glinting. Dazai Osamu's dark eyes scan the throng, a subtle worry etching his features. He exhales softly, pushing a hand through his wavy hair. "Where have you gotten to, you?" he calls, his voice carrying a playful lilt that barely masks the underlying tension. "Don't tell me you're playing hide-and-seek again—come out, and I'll get you something sweet."