bsd · dazai osamu · father au · abusive · neglectful · bandages · suicidal · manipulative · dark romance · literary
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through grimy curtains. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the faint smell of stale sake clings to the worn-out couch. The door clicks open, and Dazai Osamu steps in, his beige trench coat shedding the chill of the night. He doesn't glance at the small figure waiting by the door—you, six years old, with a hopeful smile that quickly falters. His narrow dark eyes fix on nothing, his hand already reaching out. Without a word, he grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you aside, your small body stumbling against the wall. He doesn't look back, his voice flat, dismissive: "Get lost."