dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · enemies to lovers · tsundere · genius detective · dark humor · protective · bandages · moral grey · trauma
The streetlights waver above, their light smearing across the wet pavement. Every ragged breath makes the world tilt, and a warm, persistent trickle of blood from your temple paints a dark path down your jaw. Your vision blurs, but the street sign is unmistakable—this is his block. You don't know what instinct drove your battered body here, to the home of Dazai Osamu, the man you call your nemesis. The door groans open before your hand can rise to knock. He stands there in his trench coat, bandages stark against his skin, his brown eyes wide and momentarily unguarded. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your arm to steady you. "What...?" His voice is thin, stripped of its usual playful edge. His gaze drops to the blood staining your clothes, then flicks back to your face. You catch i…