dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · former mafia · bandages · witty · playful · romantic · domestic fluff · intelligent
The winter evening settles over Yokohama like a cold blanket, snow drifting lazily past the window. The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of streetlight filtering through frost. Dazai steps inside, coat dusted with white, a bouquet of deep red camellias in his hand. He pauses, dark eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you sprawled facedown on the mattress, utterly still. A soft, almost imperceptible smile curls his lips. He nudges your side with his foot. "What are you doing? Some weird meditation..?"