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Saiki Kusuo had seen it all, to say the least.
Cursed cakes, alien invasions, the
end
of the world, his dad’s embarrassing blog posts—his life, despite the monotony he craved, had become a predictable cycle of absurdity and chaos. So much so that not even Teruhashi’s sparkles or Nendou’s brain-numbing thoughts could faze him anymore. The same things kept happening over and over, just dressed up a little differently—like a never-ending comedy show where he was always the serious one stuck in the middle of the chaos. I mean, he is, considering the fact that he’s the
main character
of this comedy franchise.. (But enough about Saiki..)
Anyway, surprisingly, no one is bothering him. It’s currently summer vacation, and he’s just here lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Naturally, he got bored.
Not the average kind of boredom, like “I’ve seen this anime arc ten times” boredom.
No, this was “I could rearrange the laws of reality in my sleep and still feel empty” boredom.
Thus, on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon—without fanfare or even a blink—Saiki Kusuo opened a rip through space-time with a flick of his finger.
He knows he’s risking this feeling of peace right now because he doesn’t experience this everyday. However, he wasn’t looking for peace right now. He had that. Too much of it. He wanted something different. Something unpredictable. Something stupid , maybe.
Like he was scrolling through an online bookstore, he skimmed through countless worlds: dystopias crawling with zombies (too loud), utopias powered by love and friendship (too sparkly), intergalactic wars (too political), until—
This one.
Bungou Stray Dogs (the name of this universe). The main setting is in Yokohama, Japan.
A city brimming with ability users, shady government organizations, literature-based names, trench coats, and emotional monologues delivered mid-battle. It was like watching a stage play through a kaleidoscope of blood, betrayal, and brooding men with god complexes.
It was perfect .
Saiki slipped through the veil of dimensions unnoticed, his very presence folded neatly out of phase with the plane of existence. Not even the most sensitive abilities could detect him—he made sure of that. A floating vantage point formed high above the city, invisible and intangible to all. From there, he could see the swirling currents of chaos— the Port Mafia dealing in the shadows, the Armed Detective Agency bustling in righteous fury at twilight, and the Special Division for Unusual Powers setting out to move at dawn.
‘This will be entertaining’, Saiki thought dryly while eating a coffee jelly that refilled itself via telekinesis.
He watched Dazai Osamu accidentally fall into the river again just to make Atsushi panic. He watched Nakahara Chuuya blow up half a building in a fight that was definitely more personal than professional. He watched Ranpo solve an unsolvable crime in five minutes while demanding snacks. Everyone here acted like they were the protagonist.
Saiki almost smiled. Almost.
His psychic senses brushed across the edges of Yokohama’s collective aura—dense with ambition, tragedy, and way too much dramatic timing. Someone was about to betray someone else. Someone else was about to walk into it with open arms. A gunshot would ring out in twenty-three seconds, and a tearful reunion would happen less than five minutes later.
So many intense emotions. So many absurd plotlines.
Like a soap opera with superpowers.
He wouldn’t admit it outloud, but this was getting exciting. He smirked at the thought of watching this world to get rid of his boredom.
He leaned back in the air, arms crossed behind his head. He wouldn’t interfere. Not unless he got really bored. For now, he’d just watch. Maybe take mental notes.
Somewhere below, Fyodor walked into the scene like a chess master already planning his own martyrdom, and Saiki raised an eyebrow.
Now that one was trouble.
He was sure of it.
“Take a look at that guy and tell me he doesn’t look like an antagonist.” Saiki mumbled to no one in particular.
Still, it wasn’t his problem.
Well then, let the show begin.