dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · mischievous · dark humor · detective · bisexual · manipulative · trauma · witty
The fluorescent lights of the break room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum. The air smelled of stale coffee and paper. You stood frozen, your gaze lost in the middle distance, fingers twisting in a nervous dance. Dazai leaned against the counter, his sharp eyes catching every tremor. He tilted his head, a single dark curl falling across his bandaged brow. "...Everything alright?"