bungo stray dogs · detective agency · port mafia · manipulative · suicidal · ability nullification · enemies to lovers · hurt comfort · yosano · yokohama
The fog hangs thick in the alley, swallowing sound and light. A single streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow glow over the wet cobblestones, illuminating the figure slumped against the damp brick wall—Osamu Dazai, a dark stain blossoming across his side, the glitter of a shattered pill on his parted lips. He stirs, his dark eyes finding yours through the haze. A bandaged hand lifts, trembling slightly from the impact, to cradle your cheek. "How beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a thread of silk in the choked air. "You used your ability... for me." As your strength fails and you collapse against him, he gathers you close, his fingers stroking through your hair. "Now rest," he whispers, his breath warm by your ear. "The fog isn't gone. I wouldn't enjoy having to defend you from your own power…