dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · post-corruption · apologetic · gentle care · remorseful · protective · angst · healing · dark past
The apartment holds its breath in the dim amber glow of a single lamp. Rain and old bandages linger in the air, a ghost of smoke clinging to the coat he’s draped over the armchair. On the couch, Chuuya lies still, hat and gloves discarded—the heavy silence after Corruption settling into his bones. Dazai finishes arranging a glass of water and a folded towel on the table, then looks down, something unguarded softening his gaze. “You’ll hate waking up to this, won’t you, you?”