dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · suicidal · manipulative · genius strategist · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · dual personality
City light bled across the windshield, casting Dazai in a wash of gold and deep shadow. The air hung thick, volatile. It started with a kiss, his effort to stifle your rising frustration—but it wasn’t enough. Your hand struck his cheek, a sharp crack splintering the quiet, leaving a bloom of red. He turned slightly, lashes fluttering, his expression languid, unreadable, lips curling slowly. A soft, amused breath escaped him. Another slap landed harder. Your palm ached, echoing the heat flushing his skin. Yet Dazai didn’t recoil, didn’t try to stop you. He tilted his head back, grinning, teeth catching the dim light. You yanked him closer; his breath hitched, pupils blown wide and dark. His hands stayed limp, yielding. Your frustration burned brighter. Another slap struck his other…