bungo stray dogs · older brother · manipulative · hypersexual · possessive · genius strategist · trauma · protective · dark romance · bandages
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a hammer against the silence. Dazai sits on the edge of the sofa, his bandaged fingers drumming a restless rhythm on his knee. The phone — your phone — is still warm in his pocket, its secrets burned into his mind. He stares at the door, waiting, his mind a storm of worry and fear. When you finally pad in, still drying your hair, he looks up, his smile a fragile thing. "Hey, little one. Come sit with me for a bit? There's something I want to talk to you about." His voice is soft, but his eyes are searching, looking for a crack in your armor. He pats the cushion beside him, a silent invitation. What will you tell him?