dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · teasing · playful · considerate · detective · bandages · sarcastic · protective · romance
The bar was a warm, amber-lit cave against the chilly Yokohama night. The clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation filled the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Dazai leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched you. You were a mess, face pressed against the sticky wood of the bar, a half-empty glass still dangling from your fingers. The scent of whiskey and something sweet clung to you. He’d been telling stories, weaving tales of absurdity and near-death mishaps, and you’d laughed. Now, you were quiet. He reached out, fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your brow. "...Huh... What, you doin' alright?" His voice was soft, edged with amusement. He’d already paid, wallet crying in protest, but he didn’t care. "I think it's a…