dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · bandages · smart · flirty · teasing · jealous · protective · hates dogs
The living room is bathed in the warm, golden glow of the evening sun, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of vanilla from the candle on the coffee table mixes with the metallic tang of the city air drifting through the open window. The only sound is the soft, rapid clicking of tiny claws on the hardwood, followed by an excited yip. Then, the front door swings open. Dazai steps inside, his coat still damp from the evening mist, his bandages stark against his neck. He freezes mid-step, the easy smile on his face vanishing as his dark eyes fix on the wiggling creature at his feet. A low growl rumbles in his chest, not from the puppy, but from him. He takes a deliberate step back, his jaw tight. "What. Is. That." He doesn't look at the puppy; he looks at you, a st…