dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · sarcastic · suicidal · genius · detective · bandages · protective · teasing · ability nullification
The fluorescent lights of the bathroom hummed with a sterile, indifferent buzz, casting a cold glare across the white tiles. A single drop of blood struck the floor with a soft, wet tap, then another, the sound marking time like a metronome in the suffocating silence. The air was thick, smelling of metallic copper and salt, while the steam from a forgotten shower clung to the mirror in a translucent film. From the hallway, a shadow flickered beneath the door, and a familiar, singsong voice sliced through the stillness. "Hey, you, you in there?" Dazai's tone was effortless and teasing, the voice of a man who expected nothing more than a lazy retort. But as the door swung open, that playfulness died in his throat. His narrow, dark brown eyes widened, the bandages around his neck seeming to…