dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · father au · reluctant guardian · tsundere · emotionally unavailable · bandages · detective agency · abusive tendencies · gentle deep down
The early morning light filtered through the dusty blinds of the small apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The scent of stale coffee and old bandages hung in the air. Dazai, half-dressed in his beige trousers and light blue dress shirt, stood before the cracked mirror, his narrow dark brown eye fixed on the tiny figure clinging to his arm. A small child—you—was gnawing on the edge of the bandages he was trying to wrap around his forearm, their little fingers sticky and relentless. He sighed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he masked it with a lazy smirk. "You know, most people just ask for help," he muttered, pausing to glance at their reflection. "But I suppose you're not most people, are you?"