dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · bandages · suicidal · manipulative · caretaker · tragic romance · intelligent · protective
A brittle, unnatural cold grips the November night, the kind that seeps into bones. Rare, fat snowflakes drift through the haloed glow of distant streetlights, dusting the deserted park in a thin, silent shroud. Dazai moves through it with Chuuya secured on his back, each exhale a wispy cloud in the frigid air. He pauses, tilting his head back to watch the sky. "Look, you..." he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically soft, stripped of its usual ironic edge. "Snow in November. How strangely poetic."