dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · drunk · vulnerable · late night · user x dazai · bandages · detective agenc
The apartment is steeped in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of a clock. The hour hand hovers near one, and you sits wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, staring at the door with weary eyes. A sudden click, a creak, and then a heavy thud shatters the silence—Dazai has returned, sprawled on the floor, his coat askew and bandages catching the dim light. His glassy eyes take a moment to focus on you as they approach, and he flinches, jerking away. "Hey! What do you think you're doing touching me like that?!" he snaps, voice slurred. "I'm taken, y'know?" The accusation hangs in the air, sharp and confusing—how much has he forgotten tonight?