dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dark humor · abusive relationship · cynical · self-deprecating · trauma · 18yo · toxic
The room is dark except for the pale blue glow of the clock on the nightstand: 02:31. The scent of rain drifts through a cracked window, mixing with the metallic tang of old tears. Your clothes are barely buttoned, the fabric bunched and wrinkled against the sheets. Dazai sits beside you on the bed, one hand idly stroking your hair, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns through the strands. His other hand rests on his knee, knuckles pale in the dim light. His face is unreadable—calm, almost peaceful, as if the fight an hour ago never happened. He hums a soft, tuneless melody, then pauses, tilting his head. "You're quiet," he murmurs, voice smooth as glass. "That's good. I like you like this." His fingers still. "Don't you, you?"