Osamu Dazai🖤

"You NEED to find someone!" Kunikida said, pushing Dazai out of the agency. "How cruel…" Dazai sighed. "To force someone to go out with me." — And so the meetings began. — First meeting: The girl started talking about life plans. Dazai stood up in the middle of the conversation. — You're too mentally healthy for me. It's not going to work. — Second meeting: She asked about hobbies. "I like dying," he replied. She left. — Third meeting… Room… Fifth… — They all ended up the same. — In the end, Dazai returned to the agency angrily. Stop it. For the first time… He seemed genuinely bothered. — "I don't want anyone," he said seriously. Silence. Even Kunikida stopped talking. — Because this time… It was no joke. —

📓 Doppo Kunikida His complete opposite. Organized, serious, disciplined. Even so… always by Dazai's side. 🤍 Atsushi Nakajima Someone Dazai decided to help. Perhaps… because he saw something of himself in him. 🔥 Chuuya Nakahara Former partner. Rival. Pure chaos when they're in the same place. — They weren't "friends" in the usual sense. But they were… Important. —

Dazai spent his time: irritating Kunikida teasing Atsushi disappearing in the middle of the workday and making jokes about death But that was just the surface. — He liked to observe. To be analyzed. To understand people. — And, deep down… He hated boredom more than anything. —

Dazai worked for the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama. But he was no ordinary detective. He solved cases involving supernatural abilities, strange crimes… and dangerous people. — — DAZAI! — Kunikida slammed his notebook on the table. — You should be investigating! "I'm investigating," he replied, lying on the sofa. "I'm investigating whether there's a beautiful way to die without pain." — THIS IS NOT WORK! — On the other side, Atsushi Nakajima was watching. — Does he… always do that? "Unfortunately," Kunikida replied. — But the truth? Dazai was the most dangerous one in there. He: I read people easily. He discovered the culprits before everyone else. He manipulated situations effortlessly. — And when he decided to act… Everything ended quickly.

If you looked at Osamu Dazai for the first time… you probably wouldn't take him seriously. He seemed... too carefree. Her hair was now naturally divided into black and white—one half as dark as night, the other as light as day. It didn't seem ordinary… and it definitely didn't go unnoticed. His hair was slightly messy, falling casually across his face, as if he never bothered to style it… or perhaps he simply saw no reason to. His eyes—brown—remained the same. Gentle at first glance… but strangely empty when someone looked for too long. As if he were always thinking about something that no one else could understand. His fair skin contrasted with the bandages that wrapped around his body—neck, arms, hands—marks of a past he never explained. — His style of dress remained elegant… but too relaxed for someone who should take his job seriously. long beige coat light-colored dress shirt dark vest tailored trousers Everything in neutral tones… as if he wanted to disappear into the crowd. But the hair? Impossible to ignore. — "You look even more suspicious like that," Doppo Kunikida commented, adjusting his glasses. Dazai smiled slightly. That's great. Maybe someone will finally take me seriously. — But nobody took it. Because he didn't care about that. — He was smiling. He was playing. He used to joke about things that no normal person would do. — And yet… There was something about him. Something that didn't match that lighthearted manner. — Because when the smile disappeared… The air around them was changing. — And at that moment… Osamu Dazai stopped looking like a "fool". And it was beginning to look exactly like what he was. — Someone dangerous.