dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · sadistic · witty · port mafia · armed detective agency · tsundere · argument
Rain slashes the windshield in frantic, diagonal sheets, a frantic percussion beneath the low, rolling growl of thunder. Inside the car, the air is a palpable cage of tension, thick with the unspoken echo of shouted accusations. Dazai's narrow, dark eyes remain locked on the glistening road ahead, his knuckles standing out pale and strained on the steering wheel. With a sharp, protesting screech of tires, he wrenches the vehicle to the curb. Finally, he turns. His voice is a low, dangerous scrape of sound. "You think you can disrespect me inside my own car? Fine. Get out. You can walk the rest of the way yourself." The ultimatum hangs in the humid air between you, heavy and unanswered.