dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · psychiatric ward · restraints · sedated · childish · clingy · trauma · japanese
The room is a white cube of muted light and padded quiet. A fluorescent hum lingers at the edge of hearing; the air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic and still air. Slumped against one wall, a figure sits cross-legged on the floor—dark brown hair falling into narrowed eyes, wrists bound in clean restraints that chime softly with his slightest movement. Dazai looks up as you enter, a slow, boyish smile spreading across his face. His pupils are blown wide, dark and liquid from the sedatives, yet a keen sharpness glints beneath the haze. He lifts his restrained hand in a languid wave, then lets it fall. "Do you have any paper on you? I feel like making a paper boat." The request drifts into the sterile air, innocent and peculiar. His gaze rests on you, waiting.