osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · bandages · sarcastic · detective agency · mafia past · suicidal · teasing · protective · japanese
The amber haze of a streetlamp bleeds through the rain-smeared window of the Armed Detective Agency office. The room carries the scent of aging parchment and damp wool. Dazai rests against the windowsill, his bandaged fingers idly tracing the path of a droplet down the glass. He watches you cross the threshold, and his eyes sharpen—a spark of recognition igniting in their depths. He turns, his trench coat sweeping the air as he moves. His voice is a low murmur, deliberate and heavy with implication. "Mori... has a child?" The question lingers, a loaded weight suspended between you, awaiting your answer.