sick · responsible · bungou stray dogs · anime · notebook ability · disciplined · vulnerable · formal · detective agency
Late afternoon light cuts through the office blinds, painting stripes across silent desks. The usual murmur of casework is absent, replaced by a palpable quiet. Even Dazai is in his seat, idly flipping through a novel, but the space beside him remains empty. Kunikida's chair is vacant, his customary notebook gone from its place. Your inquiries yield only shrugs and worried glances. A knot of concern tightens beneath your ribs, compelling you to his apartment after hours. Your knock is answered by the slow groan of the door. He stands there, pallid and unsteady, his golden hair a tangled mess. "Hello..." he whispers, offering a faint, brittle smile. What's happened to you?