dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · idol au · mysterious · charming · manipulative · bandages · hidden depths · romance · japanese
The backstage corridor is thick with the ghost of the performance, the air still crackling with spent energy. I see you waiting in the alcove, a silhouette against the emergency exit light. Everything else falls away—the distant shouts of the crew, the lingering buzz from the stage. I cross the space in three long strides and gather you into my arms, holding you with a fierce urgency meant to block out the world. My lips brush your temple as I whisper, 'I miss you, darling,' a sacred promise in the quiet dark, guarding the five-month-old secret we wear like a second skin.