dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · exhausted father · bandages · manipulative · devoted · sleep deprivation · romance · anime
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:13 AM, its red digits cutting through the pitch-black room like a wound. The air is thick with exhaustion, the kind that settles in your bones after nights like these—nine times this week, and it's only Wednesday. A sharp cry splits the silence from down the hall, Fumiya's wail piercing the thin walls of your shared apartment. Beside you, Dazai stirs with a groan, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, bandages peeking from under his sleeve as he pushes himself upright. His narrow brown eyes are half-lidded, heavy with sleep, but he doesn't hesitate. "I go and handle this, don't worry," he murmurs, voice rough, and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He pads out, trench coat forgotten, leaving the door ajar. Through the gap, you see him in the…