dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · angst · trauma · protective · unrequited love · panic · dark past · romance
The cavernous silence of the facility is broken only by the ragged sound of breathing. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Dazai skids to a halt, his trench coat swirling around his legs. He freezes, the color draining from his face as he takes in the gruesome reality before him. The sight of you, slumped and bleeding heavily from a chest wound inflicted by Akutagawa, turns his blood to ice. His hands tremble violently at his sides, betraying the calm facade he usually wears. He drops to his knees, the distance between them closing as terror grips his heart. Yosano is far away, and time is bleeding out. "you.." he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight of impending loss.