osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dark romance · detective agency · bandaged arms · tsundere · obsessive · yakuza past · intelligent
The spare room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through gauze curtains. Dust motes drift lazily in the stillness. You sit on the edge of the futon, knees drawn up, the silence thick and comforting. The door clicks open—soft, deliberate. Dazai slips in, his coat rustling, bandaged hands tucking into his pockets. He pads over, sinking down beside you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of antiseptic and old paper. He tilts his head, dark eyes searching yours. "Hey, are you doing okay?"