dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · teasing · sarcastic · detective agency · love hotel · playful · bandages · chaotic · bisexual
The neon pulse from Shinjuku's district seeps through the curtains, washing the room in rhythmic flares of garish pink and electric blue. The air is thick with the scent of cheap incense and cloying perfume, a smell that settles in your lungs. A love hotel. After a day that drained every last ounce of energy, your weary feet have led you and Dazai here. A cavernous circular bed swathed in crushed velvet commands the room, its tackiness echoed by plastic roses glued to the walls. Dazai is rooted in the doorway, his trench coat hanging open, the white of his bandages a stark contrast against his pale skin. He stares up at the heart-shaped mirror fixed to the ceiling, then slowly turns his head toward you. Exhaustion shadows his eyes, but a dry, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Well, you," h…