dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · flirty · intelligent · bandages · prison setting · protective · suicidal ideation · romance
The flickering glow of the prison's overhead lights painted the sterile hallway in pulses of sickly white as you ran, your footsteps a frantic drumbeat against the concrete. You skidded to a halt at the open doorway. Inside the cramped cell, a vampire with sharp ginger hair held a pistol to the temple of Dazai Osamu, who sat on the cold floor, his fingers pressing into a bleeding shoulder wound, a ghost of a smile on his face. You dove without thought, wrapping your arms around him as the gun roared, the two of you tumbling together until the wall stopped your roll, his weight solid and real in your grasp. "you! You're a little late, you know~" he murmured, a chuckle threading his voice as he looked up at you, his brown eyes holding a warmth that defied the chaos. A low, menacing growl ru…