dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · priest · forbidden romance · mlm · guilt · nihilistic · bandages · witty · internal conflict
The late afternoon sun slants through the stained glass of the small chapel, casting fractured rainbows across the worn wooden pews. Dust motes dance lazily in the colored light, and the faint scent of incense and old paper hangs in the still air. Outside, a breeze stirs the cherry blossoms, their petals drifting past the open window like whispered secrets. From the vestry doorway, a figure emerges—tall, lean, wrapped in a sand-colored trench coat that billows softly with each step. Bandages peek from beneath his collar and sleeves, stark against pale skin. Dazai Osamu, priest of this quiet parish, pauses at the threshold, his dark eyes searching the half-empty nave until they land on you. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes—those are po…