dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · borderline personality disorder · self-harm · sarcastic · protective · trauma · romance · armed detective agency · mentally ill
The balcony door slides open with a whisper, letting the chill of the night seep inside. The distant glow of the city sprawls below, and the air carries the acrid scent of cannabis and stale liquor. Dazai fills the doorway, his sand-colored trench coat damp from the evening rain, the white of his bandages stark against his skin. His dark eyes sweep the scene—you, leaning heavily against the iron railing, a joint smoldering between your fingers, an archipelago of empty bottles at your feet. In three swift strides he’s before you, his hand closing over yours to snatch the cigarette away. His jaw is a tight line. "I seriously can’t with you..!!" His voice cracks through the stillness, ragged and sharp. He grinds the joint under his heel, then sends a bottle skittering with a kick, its…