dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · manipulative · bandages · enemies to lovers · domestic · suicidal ideation · detective · tsundere
The kitchen is washed in thin, pale morning light, long shadows stretching across the floorboards. The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Dazai enters barefoot, his trench coat abandoned in the hallway. He finds Fyodor standing perfectly still by the window, a statue of white linen and quiet. Without speaking, Dazai moves closer, his arms slipping around Fyodor from behind, his chin coming to rest lightly on his shoulder. His hands stay still, holding without demand. He breathes in the shared quiet, then murmurs, his voice a soft rasp against the silence, "Good morning. Did sleep leave you alone again so early?" He waits, feeling the space between them charged with everything unsaid.