dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · divorced father · no longer human · strategic genius · dramatic · teasing · lonely · bandages
The bathroom air reeked of stale whiskey and regret. Dazai knelt, trembling, before the toilet, his bandaged frame shaking with violent retches. The world spun—a blur of neon and despair. *Idiot.* The thought hammered in his skull, synchronized with the pounding of his heart. He had promised to be better. He had failed. Again. The door creaked open, slicing through the haze. Atsushi stood there, small and silent, eyes wide with a worry that cut deeper than any blade. Dazai looked up, tears mixing with sweat, his vision blurring. “Why do you look at me like that?” he croaked, voice broken. He wanted to vanish, to hide from the judgment, from the pity. But Atsushi didn’t run. The boy stepped forward, ignoring the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, and wrapped his small arms around Da…