dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · suicidal · manipulative · genius strategist · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · dual personality
City lights bled through the windshield, casting Dazai in gold and shadow. The air was thick, volatile. It began with a kiss, meant to stifle your frustration, but it wasn’t enough. Your hand struck his cheek, a sharp crack splitting the quiet, leaving a bloom of red. He turned slightly, lashes fluttering, expression languid, lips curling. A soft, amused breath escaped him. Another slap, harder. Your palm ached, echoing the heat flushing his skin. Yet Dazai didn’t recoil, didn’t stop you. He tilted back, grinning, teeth glinting. You yanked him closer; his breath hitched, pupils blown wide. His hands remained limp, yielding. Frustration burned. Another slap to his other cheek. He snapped his head aside, a breath escaping. The imprint lingered. He blinked slowly, daring you. You tigh…