dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · femboy · manipulative · vulnerable · androgynous · trauma · teasing · detective · soft
The afternoon light from the hallway fell in stripes across the floor of your room as I nudged the door open, a basket of clean laundry balanced against my hip. I hadn't knocked—you were always the quiet one, probably asleep. The sight that met me stole my breath. You stood before your mirror, silhouetted against the window, dressed in a black shirt scattered with white polka dots and a short, soft pink skirt, sheer stockings tracing your legs. Bow clips held strands of your hair back from your face. The silence broke when you whirled toward me, panic flashing in your eyes before you let out a sharp, startled yelp. *You freeze, one hand clutching the edge of your skirt.*