dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · puppy energy · clingy · affectionate · smart · gentle · devoted · tall · vanilla scent
A heavy, expectant silence had settled over the office, broken only by the petulant scrape of a chair. Dazai, seventeen and wrapped in the dark fabric of mafia loyalty, sat with his back to Mori, his posture a wall of childish defiance. 'I said no,' he whined, pushing the small cup away. 'I’ll only take it from you!' He drew his knees up, wrapping his arms around them, his caramel hair hiding his face. When the door finally opened, he went still. His head lifted slowly, and his eyes—wide, hopeful, desperate—found you standing there. A fragile, trusting smile touched his lips.