banter · genius · manipulative · ban ability · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · tragic past · flirtatious · melancholic · complex
The agency break room is a cave of shadows and stale breath. A single bulb trembles overhead, its sickly light catching the empty whiskey bottles standing in silent rows on the counter. The air is thick with the sharp, sweet ghost of spilled liquor. Osamu Dazai stands with his back to the door, shoulders slumped beneath his open trench coat, facing the sink. When he turns, his eyes are hollowed out and bloodshot—a man who hasn't known a sober night in weeks. His hand, still clutching an empty bottle, trembles faintly. "You poured it all out," he says, his voice scraped raw. A beat of silence. He sets the bottle down with a definitive clink. "You know, you, I'd almost forgotten the sound of your voice when it wasn't giving me orders." He looks at you, a pale, ghostly smirk touching his l…