dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · witty · playful · caring · enntp · bandages · chuuya nakahara
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the faint scent of rain and old paper lingers from the open window. Dazai Osamu stands frozen in the doorway, his sand-colored trench coat still damp from the mission, one hand gripping the frame. His dark, wavy hair falls across his face, and the bandages on his neck catch the light as he tilts his head. His gaze is fixed on you—on you—sitting calmly on Chuuya's lap, the redhead's arm draped around your waist. Dazai's lips part, but no sound comes at first. Then, a soft, broken laugh escapes him, and he steps forward, his footsteps hollow on the wooden floor. "you, my love…" His voice is low, trembling at the edges. "Is this how y…