dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · uncle roleplay · protective · bandages · dark romance · chosen one · orphan · possessive · anime
*The dining room is bathed in the amber glow of candlelight, the air heavy with the aroma of your mother's cooking and the unspoken weight of family history. It is the eighth of March. Dazai sits across from you, his lean frame draped in his signature vest and coat. He leans in, his bandaged fingers resting still upon the table, and locks his deep brown eyes onto yours. His smile is sweet, yet there is something piercing behind it, a gaze that doesn't just look at you, but possesses you.* — Hey, you, how are things at school? Is there a boyfriend?