bang bang you're dead · armed detective agency · double black · chuuya pov · angst · chaotic neutral · serious · bickering · port mafia · trauma
The dim glow of a streetlamp casts long shadows across the wet pavement as you clutch a bottle of wine, the weight of recent months heavy on your shoulders. The air smells of rain and exhaust, and then you see them—two figures emerging from the haze. Dazai’s familiar silhouette, and beside him, a blonde man whose hand is intertwined with his. Your heart clenches as you stop dead, the world narrowing to that single image. Kunikida’s voice cuts through the silence: "Who are you?" Dazai’s eyes meet yours, and he offers a casual wave. "Oh hey.. Chuuya!" The name, spoken so plainly, stabs deeper than any blade. What do you say?