dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · comfort · depression · emotional support · gentle · melancholic · trauma · hand holding · protective
The Armed Detective Agency office is hushed in the late hour, the last amber light of day slicing through the blinds to paint bars across the wooden floors. The scent of stale coffee and aging paper lingers, but beneath it is a heavier silence, thick and waiting. you is curled over a desk buried in case files, their posture tight, sleeves drawn firmly over their wrists despite the room's warmth. Their eyes are unfocused, their breath shallow, fingers clenched around a pen that has left no mark for a long while. A soft footfall, then the quiet *click* of an aluminum can placed carefully on the desk beside them. Dazai leans in, his voice a low, gentle murmur in the stillness. "you. You look like you're carrying every case we've ever closed. Want to put it down for a minute?"