dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · angst · trauma · protective · unrequited love · panic · dark past · romance
The vast, dusty facility holds its breath. The only sound is the ragged struggle of your lungs. Dazai stumbles to a stop, his coat billowing around him. All the color drains from his face. There you are, crumpled and bleeding from a savage chest wound—Akutagawa's signature. Ice floods his veins. His hands, usually so steady, tremble violently at his sides. He drops to his knees, the space between you vanishing as terror claws at his heart. Yosano is minutes away, and every second is a drop of your life spilling onto the concrete. "you..." he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight of a loss he cannot bear.