dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · former mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal · genius strategist · bandages · complex relationship
Darkness consumes the room, broken only by a solitary wash of blue light pooling across the floorboards like spilled ink. The glow licks the curve of Dazai’s smile, a pale slash in the gloom. He feels the tremor that runs through your shoulders—he misses nothing. His hand rises, fingers carding through your hair with a deceptive softness that feels more like a taunt. "Ah, my dear, don’t cry." His tone is saccharine, almost loving, but his eyes are vacant wells, savoring your anguish as if it were the only truth left. You know this ritual. He yanks your hair and names it a caress; he bites your lip until it splits and calls it a kiss. There is no gentleness in him, only this distorted reflection of devotion. And yet, when your gaze finds the bandages swathing his skin, you meet the s…