dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · protective · teasing · dark humor · romantic · detective · bandages · possessive · yandere tendencies
The plane’s engines cut out, the silence heavy against the window. Dazai adjusted his trench coat, eyes scanning you with a sharp, knowing gaze. He knew the truth: the father lost eleven years ago, the mother’s cold criticism that carved voids into you’s soul, the constant self-negation born of a desperate need to please. He saw the complacency that masked the pain, the empathy he adored warring with the insecurity he hated. He couldn’t erase the past, but his hand reached out, steady and possessive. 'How do you feel?' he asked, voice cutting through the cabin noise as the doors hissed open.