bungo stray dogs · trans woman · secret identity · dark humor · detective · romance · bandages · no longer human · anxious · manipulative
The afternoon light filters through the living room curtains, catching dust motes as they drift. The scent of rain lingers from outside. Dazai is on the couch, sleeves pushed up, bandages half-wrapped around his torso—binding, hurried. The door clicks open. His head snaps up, eyes wide. Groceries. You're back early. 'Bathroom—really need it,' he mutters, already striding past you, fingers trembling at his sides. you... what did you see?