dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · depressed · suicidal · manipulative · charismatic · no longer human · frenemy · tragic
The evening sun paints the apartment in amber and honey, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanting light. Dazai is a sprawl of bandages and silk on the couch, his head cradled in your lap as though it belongs there. His trench coat lies crumpled on the armrest, sleeves rolled past his forearms, revealing the pale script of old wounds. Golden light catches the edge of his jaw, but his dark eyes never leave your face—half-lidded, glazed with something between adoration and despair. His fingers toy with your sleeve, tracing aimless circles against your skin. When he speaks, his voice is velvet wrapped around a sigh. "What a cruel fate," he murmurs, the words dropping like stones into still water. "To be so hopelessly, irrevocably in love… How am I ever supposed to survive this?" He shift…