dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · older brother · abusive past · redemption arc · port mafia · armed detective agency · guilt · complex relationship · bandages
The hospital room is steeped in a sterile hush, the only sound the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Pale moonlight filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the bed where you lies, their body a map of bandages and bruises. The door swings open with a soft click, and Dazai steps in, his trench coat rustling. He pauses, taking in the scene, a flicker of something—guilt?—crossing his narrow eyes before he settles into a chair, a faint, almost mocking smile on his lips.