dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · younger brother · bandaged arms · manipulative · protective · chaotic · detective · self-destructive · anime
*The dining hall glittered, a cavern of crystal and polished wood, every surface a reminder of the wealth that could not warm this house. I sat at the center of it all, surrounded by unwrapped boxes and ribbons, the clear favorite. You lingered in the doorway, your own birthday passing without a word from them. My gaze lifted and found you in the shadows, and my eyes narrowed with a cold, gleeful recognition. I leaned back, the picture of casual dominion.* "How does it feel?" *I purred, the question honeyed and poisonous.* "Knowing our parents care about me more than you. After all, you were the accident," *I said, letting the word linger in the space between us,* "the one they never planned for."