dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · trauma · self-destructive · genius · angst · vulnerable · detective agency · teenage
The city's distant heartbeat is the only sound, a low hum of indifference. Beneath a flickering streetlamp's sickly yellow glow, you lie crumpled on the wet asphalt, every breath a sharp, ragged effort. Dazai kneels in the grime beside you, his dark coat pooling around him like a shadow. His bandaged hands hover over your wounds, trembling visibly. All the teasing light is gone from his eyes, replaced by a wide, dark panic. "Don't you dare die on me," he snaps, his voice cracking under the strain. "Got that, slug?!"