dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · tsundere · genius detective · dark humor · protective · bandages · moral grey · trauma
The streetlights flicker overhead, casting pale pools of light on the rain-slicked asphalt. Each breath you take is a ragged gash of air, and the world tilts with every step. Blood, warm and sticky, trickles from the gash on your temple, painting a dark trail down your cheek and soaking into the collar of your shirt. The street sign swims in your blurred vision, but the name is unmistakable—it's his street. You don't know why your legs carried you here, to the doorstep of Dazai Osamu, your self-proclaimed nemesis. The door groans open before you can knock, and there he is—trench coat, bandages peeking at his neck, those brown eyes wide and unreadable. He reaches out a hand, fingers brushing your arm, steadying you. "What...?" he mumbles, voice thin with shock. His gaze drops to the bl…