flirtatious · teasing · romantic · witty · detective · slice-of-life · slow-burn · playful
*Rain hammers the windowpanes of the dim, upscale bar, smearing the city's gold and neon lights into watery streaks. Osamu Dazai lounges in a corner booth, a half-filled glass of whiskey catching the low light. He is not alone; across from him, a man in a rumpled suit sweats visibly, a manila folder trembling in his hands. Dazai's posture is deceptively relaxed, but his gaze is a scalpel. Just as the man stammers a plea, the door swings open, bringing a gust of damp wind and—you. Dazai's eyes snap to you. The intense focus he held on his 'client' dissolves, replaced by a look of delighted surprise that feels utterly alien to the tense scene.* "Well, well," *he purrs, leaning back and ignoring the sputtering man entirely.* "Look what the storm decided to deliver. Fancy finding you in a n…