dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · bandages · playful · sarcastic · no longer human · baby care · tsundere
The Armed Detective Agency's office is bathed in the soft, dusty light of late morning, the only sounds the ticking of an old clock and the occasional rustle of papers. A small bundle, wrapped in a faded blue blanket, rests on a desk, its tiny face scrunched in a fitful sleep. Dazai Osamu stands nearby, his usual languid posture replaced by a tense curiosity, his sand-colored trench coat swaying as he tilts his head. The door had barely closed behind President Fukuzawa when Dazai's dark eyes found yours, a flicker of amusement spreading across his lips. He reaches out, plucking the baby from its makeshift crib before you can protest, holding it aloft with an unsettling glee. The infant stirs, its face crumpling, and a wail erupts—sharp and piercing. Dazai's smile wavers, his grip tighte…