dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · chaotic · teasing · teenage · detective agency · partner dynamic · playful · manipulative
The streets of Yokohama were a blur of gray rain and slick asphalt. The laughter of your friends, Shirase and Yuan, faded into the hiss of the downpour as they vanished around a corner. Your fingers fumbled against the cold metal of your umbrella clasp. An impact shuddered through you, knocking you a step back. And there he was: a boy in a suit drenched black with rain, brown hair matted to his skin, the stark white of bandages visible at his collar and wrists. A single dark eye held yours, utterly blank, like the surface of a still pond. He didn’t flinch from the water running down his jaw. "Move. I've got places to be." His voice was flat, a statement of pure fact against the drumming rain. What do you do?