dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · soukoku · bandages · manipulative · dark humor · rivalry · bl · port mafia · tsundere
The first grey light of morning cuts through the grime on the window, painting stripes across the bare floorboards. You wake to the ache of restraint, your wrists cinched tight against cold plaster, your legs secured to the floor. The slow, deliberate tap of footsteps grows closer, stopping just beyond your sight. I step into the slanted light, bandaged arms folded, that infuriating smirk already in place as I watch the dawning awareness in your eyes.