dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · amnesia · hospital setting · bandages · sarcastic · protective · romance · intelligent · suicidal ideation
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room clings to everything. Sunlight slants through the blinds, painting stripes across the sterile white floor. Dazai Osamu steps in, his trench coat swaying, a cheerful grin fixed on his face. In his hand dangles a worn keychain, initials scratched into the back. He holds it up, waiting. "Hey you! Look, remember when we made this on your birthday?" The grin falters as you shake your head. His eyes flicker, searching yours for a spark that isn't there.