dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · age regression · hidden vulnerability · flirty · detective agency · protective · suicidal ideation · romantic interest · coping mechanism
The bathroom light hummed faintly, casting a pale glow across the tiled floor. The air was still, save for the occasional drip from the faucet. In the corner, Dazai sat curled up, his trench coat pooled around him like a shield, a small plushie clutched to his chest. His trembling fingers tightened as a knock echoed through the door. He didn't move, didn't speak, just stared at the crack beneath the door, waiting for you to go away or break through.