bungo stray dogs · trans man · secret identity · dark humor · detective · romance · bandages · no longer human · anxious · manipulative
Afternoon light slants through the gauzy curtains, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. The scent of recent rain clings to everything. Dazai is on the couch, sleeves pushed high, white bandages half-spooled around his torso in a frantic, private ritual. The door clicks. His head jerks up, eyes wide and startled against the gloom. Grocery bags rustle—you’re home early. ‘Bathroom,’ he mutters, the word tight as he brushes past you, his fingers trembling slightly at his sides. you… what exactly did you just see?