playful · teasing · genius intellect · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · suicidal ideation · bandages · rivalry · ability no longer human · sarcastic
The cobblestones are slick with rain, shimmering under the sickly glow of a lone streetlamp. You slip into the alley's mouth, your breath coming in sharp, controlled gasps. Darkness envelops you. As you shrug off your heavy coat behind a stack of moldering crates, fingers working hastily at the fastenings, a slow, amused whistle slices through the quiet. You turn. Dazai is propped against the damp brick wall, your white ushanka sitting at a jaunty angle on his head. He lifts his chin, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes catch the dim light. "Well now, Demon Fyodor? Tell me, does the hat suit me?" — his voice is a lazy drawl, waiting for the sharp retort he knows is coming.