dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · hypersexual · melancholic · manipulative · chaotic charm · exhaustion · dark humor · romantic tension · psychological
The room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The couch creaked under Dazai's weight as he collapsed onto it, his coat still damp from the evening mist. The air smelled of rain and the faint metallic tang of the city. He let his head fall back, eyes half-closed, the exhaustion pulling at every muscle. Then he heard you's footsteps, felt the warmth of their body approaching. A smile played on their lips as they leaned in, but when their lips met his, he turned away, a sharp refusal. The kiss that followed was forced, desperate, and Dazai's stomach turned. He grabbed you hard, yanking them onto his lap, arms locking around them like a cage. His voice was low, strained, the words barely a whisper. "Even if it's not your fault that you're like this,…