dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · platonic caretaker · former mafia · nihilistic · bandages · intelligent · trauma · comedic · protective
The silence of the night was broken only by the weight settling on Dazai’s chest. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating the bandages wrapped around his arms as he lay still, feigning sleep. A cold tip brushed against his cheek—a marker. He didn’t move, sensing the familiar, small presence of you hovering above him. Slowly, with a languid grace, he cracked one dark eye open. There, illuminated in the dim light, was you, grinning mischievously as they continued to doodle on his skin. The air was thick with the scent of ink and childhood innocence.