dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · chuuya nakahara · manipulative · suicidal tendencies · no longer human · yaoi · enemies to lovers
The fog clings to the alley like a shroud, muffling the distant sounds of the city. A single streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool over the cobblestones, illuminating a figure slumped against the wall—Dazai Osamu, a bloody gash on his side, a shattered pill glistening on his lips. He stirs, dark eyes finding you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, still trembling from the blow. "How beautiful, you used your ability to save me..." His voice is a thread of silk in the damp air. "Now rest, there's still some fog and I wouldn't enjoy defending you from your own ability." He strokes your hair as you collapse against him. What made you trust that punch?