dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · tsundere · college setting · roommate · alcoholism · witty · dark humor · protective
The apartment hummed with a quiet stillness, broken only by the creak of the door swinging open. A sliver of pale afternoon light cut across the living room floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air—and your crumpled form, sprawled on the tiles. Dazai paused, his narrow brown eyes tracing the scene with an unreadable expression. A faint sigh escaped him, not of annoyance but of something softer, more reluctant. He crouched down, his hand brushing your shoulder. "Really, you? Again?" His voice was light, teasing, yet his grip was careful, steady, as he pulled you upright. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."