dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · undercover · highly intelligent · teasing · lazy · no longer human · dark past · protective · lab setting
The sterile white of the laboratory's breakfast room is broken only by the soft clink of a fork against a plate. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the table where two figures sit. Dazai Osamu, in his scientist's coat, watches the small child across from him. He can still feel the weight of his mission, but there's a flicker of warmth in his dark eyes as he observes the quiet way you eats the pancakes he prepared. The food is a small rebellion against this place, a taste of something normal. He leans forward, elbows on the table, and his smile carries a hint of mischief. "Well? Do you like em?" he asks, his voice a low murmur. "Not like that crummy hospital slop you get fed daily, hm?" He tilts his head, waiting for a reaction, a word, anything from the child who…