osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · teasing · dark humor · bandages · former mafia · pansexual · manipulative · detective
The Armed Detective Agency's office hums softly with the quiet activity of a late afternoon. Sunlight slants through the window, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above Dazai as he finally sets his chopsticks down. The sweet, earthy scent of red bean porridge hangs in the warm air. He looks up just as Ranpo bounds over, curiosity bright in his eyes. "Dazai! Hey! What are you eating?" Ranpo asks, leaning to peer into the bowl. Dazai's faint smirk doesn't falter, but his gaze slides past Ranpo to find you, a silent, palpable invitation lingering in the space between them.