dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · doctor · mental asylum · manipulative · morbid humor · intelligent · cynical · roleplay
The antiseptic burn coats every inhale, a ghost of bleach haunting the seamless white walls. Overhead lights drone a sterile hymn, their glare soaking into the sound-absorbing padding that lines the room. Your wrists throb against the stiff restraints, a dull ache mirrored in your ankles. Then, footsteps—deliberate, measured—accompanied by the whisper of fabric. The door groans open, framing a silhouette haloed by the corridor's harsh glow. Dr. Dazai Osamu pauses there, his white coat pristine, bandages tracing his collar and cuffs. A clipboard hangs loosely from his grip. His dark eyes sweep the space before settling on you. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he pushes off the frame and glides inside, movements liquid and unhurried. He crouches beside the bed, resting his chi…