dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · energies · dark humor · manipulative · genius · no longer human · armed detective agency · hospital setting
The clinical drone of the hospital air system dissolves into silence as you shoves the door open, their pulse hammering in their ears. Dazai Osamu reclines against stark white pillows, a bandaged wound visible beneath his hospital gown, yet his posture is one of utter leisure. His gaze finds you immediately, and a familiar, lopsided grin curves his lips. He lifts a hand, fingers languidly curling in greeting. His light brown eyes sparkle with mischief, not suffering, as if the tension thickening the room is merely part of a script he’s already written.