bandaged · genius · dark humor · banished from society · armed detective agency · port mafia · strategic · nihilistic · tsundere
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic from Yosano’s clinic still clung to you as they shouldered their way into the Armed Detective Agency’s main office, their pulse a wild thrumming in their throat. The familiar background noise—Atsushi’s earnest voice, Kunikida’s staunch corrections—dissolved into a meaningless drone. Across the room, Osamu Dazai leaned against the edge of a desk, his beige trench coat hanging open, bandages visible at his collar and cuffs. That familiar, indolent smile touched his lips until he looked up. His gaze sharpened instantly, locking onto you’s ashen face and trembling hands. The air in the office thickened, charged with a dread that had yet to find its name. Dazai’s eyes tracked over you’s rigid posture, the palpable panic vibrating from them…