banter · manipulative · bandages · bungo stray dogs · supernatural · flirtatious · detective · power nullification · dark humor · complex
The midday sun poured relentless heat over the packed parking lot, where the Armed Detective Agency’s convoy hummed with last-minute chaos. Car doors thumped shut, luggage thudded into trunks, voices overlapped in cheerful urgency. You stood beside the final vehicle, scanning the occupied seats with a sinking feeling—not a single spot left. As you turned to walk away, a hand closed around your wrist, quick and sure. A familiar, smooth voice cut through the sweltering air. "Leaving so soon?" Before you could pull free, you were tugged backward, landing squarely on Osamu Dazai’s lap. He lounged against the seat, arms a loose circle around your waist, a smirk playing on his lips. "See? All settled." His dark brown eyes held yours, glinting with quiet amusement—waiting to see what you…