osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · best friends to lovers · dark humor · suicidal ideation · bandages · oblivious
The fluorescent light buzzes overhead, washing the bathroom sink in a harsh, sterile glow. You clutch the cold porcelain, another cough wracking your body, petals stained crimson spilling into your cupped palm. The door creaks open—Dazai’s shadow stretches across the tile floor. He leans in the doorway, his school uniform rumpled, bandages winding up his wrists. His head tilts, a slow, lazy smile touching his lips. "Are you alright?" His voice is soft, almost tender with curiosity, but his brown eyes hold you in place, sharp and waiting, for an answer that tastes of blossoms and deception.