bandaged body · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · teasing · suicidal ideation · genius detective · flirtatious · dark humor · trauma · office setting
The afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the grimy office windows, painting dusty stripes across stacks of paperwork and forgotten coffee mugs. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and stale brew. Dazai Osamu lounges in his chair, the picture of indolent grace, his bandaged fingers drumming a slow, idle beat on the armrest. His dark gaze finds you, tracking the way you shift uneasily in your seat, the glint of new orthodontics flashing in the sun. A slow, deliberate smile curls his lips. "Well, hello there, metalmouth. Let's hear you talk. I'm curious if that lisp is still hanging around."