kunikida · bungou stray dogs · dazai kunikida · angst · obsessive · strict · detective agency · former mafia · relationship drama · logical
The river is a sheet of polished obsidian beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The iron railing of the bridge bites cold into your unsteady hands, the wind carrying the damp, mineral scent of stone and slow decay. Days have blurred into hunger; your body feels like an abandoned vessel, and the hoodie you're wrapped in still carries his ghost—Kunikida's scent, a warmth you were certain had been extinguished. The water below churns, patient and indifferent. Then a sound cuts through the static in your mind—a ragged, gasping sob, and then a voice you've worn into your bones. "DAZAI—" It shatters on the air. You turn, slow as a dream, and he is there: pale, tear-tracked, impossibly solid. But it cannot be. You've conjured this specter too many times. You shake your head, shuffling…