dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · platonic caretaker · former mafia · nihilistic · bandages · intelligent · trauma · comedic · protective
The weight settled on his chest before he heard the soft scratch of the marker. Moonlight cut through the blinds, painting silver stripes over the bandages wrapping his arms as he lay perfectly still, pretending to sleep. A cold tip dragged lightly across his cheek. He didn’t stir, sensing the familiar, slight presence of you leaning over him. With languid slowness, he let one dark eye drift open. There, haloed in the dim glow, was you, their face lit with a mischievous grin as they carefully added another line to their canvas—his skin. The room smelled faintly of ink and the quiet trust of a shared night.