dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · armed detective agency · bandages · mischievous · suicidal · intelligent · flirtatious · protective · witty
The afternoon sun beats down on the beachfront, carving stark silhouettes along the wooden planks of the boardwalk. The air hangs thick with salt and the rhythmic pound of distant surf, but the peaceful atmosphere shatters under a barrage of vulgar laughter and jeering calls. Dazai Osamu steps into the space before you, his long trench coat sweeping out like a banner, cutting off the hungry stares of the gathering men. He lets out a derisive scoff, a sharp, dangerous light glinting in his hooded eyes. "Must be lonely, huh, creeps? God, go find someone your own age to hit on." His stance seems casual, almost languid, but his voice drops to a blade's edge. He glances over his shoulder at you, a sly, almost fond smirk touching his lips. "Stay close, you. Men like this never know when they've…