I love how for the last few chapters, I saw so many posts that were confused, annoyed, bored, and just generally frustrated with the direction the series was taking, claiming that it was getting repetitive, and then this chapter came around and now everyone is like "YES YES THIS IS WHY IT'S MY FAVORITE SERIES THIS IS AMAZING THIS IS A MASTERPIECE I NEVER DOUBTED YOU FOR A SECOND ASAGIRI, YOU LITTLE GENIUS—"
The only acceptable way for bsd to end is with Atsushi standing over Fyoghurt with a knife, Epic the Musical Vengeance Saga style.
"You can't kill me."
"Exactly!"
*Cues angry stabbing while Dazai holds onto Fyoghurt to stop his ability from taking over Atsushi*
"HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS-"
Hc that when Chuuya grabbed Dazai's face during their first interaction it was because he wanted to get a better look at it because he's never seen the other half uncovered before.
"[Pre-10th Anniversary Celebration Project] / "Bungo Stray Dogs" will celebrate its 10th anniversary as an anime in April 2026. \ We have just released the 10th anniversary logo. In addition, we will be celebrating the year leading up to the 10th anniversary with various projects!"
So....stormbringer?? Maybe??
Please???
my bungou stray dogs sketchbook 😊
It's such an underrated little detail that Atsushi, in fact, did not want to join the Agency, because he thought the job was too crazy and violent for him, and he firmly believed every single one of them was nuts (which he's not wrong). Dazai simply manipulated convinced him to join by pointing out the fact that Atsushi didn't really have money or friends. So he was stuck with the weirdos.
Like, he seriously just wants a paycheck and chazuke. Oh sure, he found a family in the ADA, but I'm sure he thinks he's the only sane one there.
So we know that Chuuya complained about his fangs getting stuck, but in the newest chapters, it doesn't seem like he has them in anymore.
Which means that the order of events between the finale and chapter 113 (I believe that’s the number) went like this:
First, they walked back inside the prison, with Dazai still holding the antidote. Chuuya says, “don’t you think you oughta take it by now?”
Dazai shrugs. “I’ve got time.”
Chuuya nods. They make their way more into the prison. “Hey, don’t you think you better—"
“It’s fine,” Dazai assures him. Chuuya frowns.
“You aren’t just waiting until it’s too late, are you?”
No response.
“Dazai? Hey, Dazai, answer me—"
“I think I better go now—"
“TAKE THE STUPID ANTIDOTE—“
“No! I don’t wanna HEY WAIT—" Chuuya jumps onto Dazai sending him sprawling to the floor, and they have a long struggle and frankly ridiculous struggle, which involves Chuuya trying to inject the antidote while Dazai fights him. Eventually, Chuuya manages to restrain Dazai's arms with one hand, and shoves the syringe into Dazai's neck with the other. He’s sweating and panting as he throws it away and lets go of Dazai's hands. Bitter at having been defeated due to his lack of strength that tends to happen when you narrowly escaped death more times than you can count within the past half hour, Dazai comments, “you know, with that expression on your face and those fangs, you really DO look like a vampire.” Which reminds Chuuya of his current predicament. He gets off of Dazai and they seek out a bathroom where Chuuya spends a good deal of time in front of the mirror, trying to get the fangs off without hurting his real teeth. He attempts to google it, but complains about the lack of service and good wifi. Dazai reminds him ever so kindly that it’s a prison, idiot. So they trek all the way up to the first floor and Chuuya stands on the roof, above the wreckage and pile of blood, holding his phone up until google loads and provides him with solutions. They found a way, but in order to get the ingredients required, they’re forced to raid the cafeteria, much to Dazai’s delight. All the required ingredients are eventually collected, but Chuuya spent an extra half hour trying and failing to pull Dazai out of the cafeteria as he scoured places including but not limited to: the fridge, the freezer, every cabinet, all the pantries, and the so called “hidden pantry” where all the sweets were. They finally make it back to the bathroom, where after much bickering and pulling and coaxing, Dazai finally manages to yank off the fangs, causing Chuuya to emit a high pitched sound not unlike a girl’s shriek. Finally, they make it back to the room where Sleeping Beauty is, still quite unconscious.
“I just don’t get it,” says Dazai. He crouched down and stares Sigma thoughtfully. “Why hasn’t he woken up?”
Chuuya frowns. “Do you think it might have to do with the stab wound—?"
“Nah, couldn’t be. Not in this series.”
“Oh, right.” Chuuya examines him again. An idea comes to him. He turns to his partner, his expression perhaps a little too gleeful. “May I…?”
Dazai waves a dismissive hand. “Go for it.”
Which is how we arrive to the state of affairs in chapter 113. Dazai’s no longer self destructing or hungry, Chuuya’s fangs are gone, and Sigma will find himself with a SEVERE back pain when he wakes up.
One of my favourite things about Bungou Stray Dogs is how Asagiri manages to capture the many colors and facets of human relationships. There is friendship, camaraderie, brotherhood, respect, awe, and then there is jealousy, inferiority, grudges, distrust. There are bonds forged between people who suffered the same pain and end up on the same boat. There are blends of respect and fascination formed among those who thrive in the dark but yearn to keep the light. There is deep affection and empathy between people who are used to solitude and sorrow, but found themselves helping each other up on their feet. There are those who took the responsibility upon themselves to raise a child in such a way that their own childhood should not be repeated, or simply to be at peace with themselves. There are words spoken in remembrance of a good friend, and words that are left unspoken. There are mistakes that can’t be remedied, cracks that cannot be mended, and actions that cannot be undone.
There is also guilt, grief, distrust, suspicion, resentment, hatred. There is friendship built like a castle of glass, on shyness and comfort, pride and consideration, and then there is guilt and regret when the castle shattered to pieces. There are broken bonds that crawl back to form insurmountable walls between those who used to be friends. There is mutual suspicion between those who are too sharp, too perceptive for their own good. There are people who started on the same boat, but are as careful as they are manipulative around each other. There are relationships that form out of convenience and necessity, and there are those that continue to develop into something almost familial. There are those brought together in battles, and those that thrive in peace. People who started out being wary of each other can learn to earn each other’s trust, and those who started in the same place may slowly grow apart as their paths point to different directions. There are relationships sprouting from guilt and an attempt at redemption. There is friendship that could have been if not for feelings of jealousy and inferiority. There are selfish, misdirected emotions that seek to appease one’s thirst for recognition and fear of abandonment, at the expense of one’s own self confidence and respect.
And of course, there is growth. Mutual growth happens when people not only understand and empathize with each other, but also possess the courage and strength needed to pull themselves and their companion out of the dark waters. This growth is precisely why their relationships are so satisfying to observe and appreciate.
Me, in real life: I really hope I didn't say anything to offend them I mean I don't think I did but maybe when they looked away they were hurt god I hope I didn't make them feel the least particle of sadness.
Me, as a writer: Is this emotionally damaging enough? I really hope I can completely and utterly wreck this random person, make them ugly sob into their pillow, absolutely ruin their day in as little words as possible.
Stuck on your WIP? Unsure of how a scene should go? Feel as though your story is lacking substance? Enduring with the frustrations of writer’s block?
Why not try throwing in a plot twist?
A messenger brings bad news
Something important is stolen
Someone vanishes without a trace
An important item is damaged
Protagonist recognizes a face in the crowd
Someone seems to intentionally fail
Protagonist finds an item thought lost
A charitable act has a harmful result
A cruel act has a beneficial outcome
Someone unexpectedly returns the favour
A raging storm moves across town
A gift makes a character the target of a murderer
A fallen enemy makes one last attack
Only one character in danger can be saved
An enemy saves the life of Protagonist’s friend
A will from a long-lost relative appears
A secret rival seeks to replace Protagonist
A thief makes Protagonist their next target
An obscure law suddenly becomes important
Strangers mistake Protagonist for a fugitive
A tool breaks when needed most