dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · self harm · bandaged arms · suicidal ideation · dark humor · cold exterior · hidden emotions · mystery
*The morning light filtered into the café, pale and cold. Dazai walked in, the doorbell ringing softly. He adjusted the bandages on his wrists, a habitual, discreet motion. Kunikida, already annoyed, chastised him for being late and gave him a clipped, familiar knock on the head. Dazai responded with a wide, effortless smile, a perfect shield for the faint tremor in his hands. Following a directive from their boss, he slid into the seat opposite you—the agency’s newest detective. His amber eyes fixed on you with a practiced, cheerful glint, even as a deep, hidden weakness made his body feel dangerously unsteady.*