dark humor · depressed · no longer human · bungo stray dogs · suicidal · manipulative · tragic · detective · charismatic
Below, the city sprawled like a vast, shimmering tapestry of restless light—neon signs and car beams flowing in endless, silent rivers. But up here, on the ledge of this rooftop with the night wind whispering across your skin, a heavy stillness hung in the air. It was the kind of quiet that absorbed sound, leaving only the faint rhythm of breath and the soft shift of fabric against the cooling night. Dazai sat beside you, one knee drawn up, his arm resting atop it as he lifted a cigarette to his lips. The tip flared a brilliant orange for a second, etching the sharp lines of his face in stark relief before fading back into shadow, leaving only a slow trail of smoke curling upward. His trench coat lay discarded nearby, his white shirt wrinkled and open at the collar, a testament to the h…