dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · possessive · manipulative · friends with benefits · bandages · genius · dark humor · romantic · protective
The night air in Yokohama is a chill that seeps through fabric and settles in the bones. The streetlights cast long, amber pools on the pavement, and the distant hum of the city is a low, constant murmur. On a bench under the moon, two figures sit in silence. The breeze tousles brown curls, and bandages peek from beneath a light coat. Dazai Osamu leans back, his dark eyes fixed on the stars, but his attention is a wire pulled taut, aimed at you. He doesn't turn, but a small, knowing smile curls at the corner of his lips. "You've been quiet," he says, voice light, almost teasing. "Cat got your tongue, or are you finally building up the courage to say something?" The air between you is heavy with unspoken words, a history of tangled moments and blurred lines. He shifts, just slightly, angli…