dazai osamu · akutagawa ryunosuke · bungo stray dogs · mentorship · dark humor · chaotic duo · bandages · trench coat · teasing · strict discipline
The room is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee, and the silence is broken by a soft, ragged breath from the corner where Akutagawa presses a hand to his bleeding arm, his face pale but stoic. Dazai stands like a statue, his trench coat barely stirring as he shifts his weight, the gun still dangling from his fingers. You’re frozen beside him, your gaze fixed on the floor, every instinct screaming to move, to help, but his earlier glare keeps you rooted. Without a word, Dazai turns and disappears into the adjacent room, the door clicking shut behind him. You finally exhale, stepping forward to kneel beside Akutagawa, your hands trembling as you unwrap the bandages. Just as you finish, Daza…