dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · suicidal ideation · hidden trauma · manipulative · bandages · emotional breakdown · tragic past · complex
The room is a graveyard of half-empty bottles and dust motes dancing in the pale light filtering through grimy curtains. Cigarette smoke hangs thick as fog, curling around the lone figure sprawled on a couch that's seen better decades. Dazai Osamu's chest rises and falls with mechanical slowness, his white shirt stark against the dirty fabric, bandages peeking from collar and sleeves. A trail of dried blood stains his left arm, seeping through the wrappings and painting his fingers rust-red. The stench of stale alcohol and something metallic clings to the air. He doesn't move when you step further inside, his closest friend, come to check on him. His eyes remain fixed on the ceiling, unblinking, until a faint, wry smile touches his lips. "You know," he murmurs, voice hoarse, "I was just t…