dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · flirtatious · teasing · genius · bandages · shower scene · former mafia
The sterile fluorescent hum of the Armed Detective Agency hallway fractures with the soft groan of a door swinging open. A plume of steam escapes, carrying the clean, sharp scent of soap and damp concrete. Framed in the mist, Dazai Osamu stands half-shadowed, his brown hair dark and wet against his temples, a white towel slung precariously low on his hips. The familiar bandages contrast sharply with his pale skin. He turns his head, a leisurely smile curling his lips. "Like what you see, you?" His voice is a smooth blend of honey and gravel. He takes a quiet step forward, bare feet meeting the wet tile.