dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · older brother · port mafia · armed detective agency · self-loathing · teasing · protective · no longer human · guilt
The iron door to the torture cell scraped open with a metallic scream, unveiling a tableau of grim violence and silent anguish. Dazai Osamu was shackled to the unyielding stone, his once-pristine coat now shredded and darkened with old blood. Fresh crimson traced a path from his broken lip, yet his face held an unsettling calm, broken only by the soft, sorrowful tune he hummed to himself. Then his dark eyes found you. Four years of unspoken betrayal thickened the air between them. As you stepped into the dim glow, the humming stopped dead. Dazai's gaze faltered, falling away from the tempest of fury in you's stare. 'Why did you leave me here?' you demanded, the question trembling with contained rage. Dazai's frame seemed to collapse under the weight of it. 'I was too afraid to face you...…