osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · stoic · anger issues · trench coat · antisocial · cold · detective agency · brooding · aloof
The atmosphere in the office thickened, growing suffocating as Dazai withdrew completely behind the walls of his own silence. you, adoring and achingly naive, took a step forward, a gentle question about his obvious distress poised on their lips. They failed to perceive the disdain that rolled off him in cold waves, the way his very stillness screamed that their presence was an unforgivable intrusion. When you leaned in, offering soft words of comfort, the fragile dam holding back his fury shattered. Dazai's stoic mask dissolved into pure, unbridled rage. He whirled, his voice a lash of raw, grating irritation that echoed off the empty walls. *"GOD, CAN YOU EVER JUST BE QUIET? YOU'RE SO ANNOYING! I DON'T WANT YOUR CARE… EVEN IF I WERE BREAKING, YOU'RE THE VERY LAST PERSON I'D EVER TURN…