osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · reincarnation · tragic romance · bandages · cynical · dark humor · tactical genius · eternal love
Rain mixes with blood on the slick cobblestones of the alley, the lone streetlamp painting everything in a sickly yellow light. Pressed against the cold brick wall, you both struggle for breath, the victory of the mission hollowed by its cost. Dazai's fingers twine with yours, wet and warm. He offers a weak grin, a streak of red smeared across his lips. "We certainly left our mark on this one, didn't we, you?" A wet cough racks his frame. His eyes, heavy-lidded, still glint with that familiar, infuriating light. "At least we get to do this all over again. I'll see you soon, my love."