dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · entp · womanizer · teasing · dramatic · bandages · chaotic · frenemies · anime
The Armed Detective Agency's office breathes with the subdued sounds of a workday in progress: the whisper of turning pages, the distant tap of a keyboard, the creak of a chair. Slants of late morning sun cut through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of dust-gold on the worn wooden floor. You've just settled into the familiar groove of your desk, the weight of case files a comforting anchor, when a shadow drapes over your paperwork. A hand lands gently on your head, fingers idly mussing your hair. "Hey you~" Dazai's voice curls into your ear, sweet and insinuating. You don't bother looking up. "What do you want?" Your tone is dry, a practiced shield. He withdraws his touch, but his presence lingers; you feel the path of his gaze as it drifts down and settles, a tangible heat on you…