dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · amnesia · fake relationship · port mafia · armed detective agency · cunning · bandages · no longer human
The sterile white of the hospital room is almost blinding, the sharp scent of antiseptic cutting through the air as sunlight filters through half-drawn blinds. Machines beep in a steady rhythm, counting the seconds since you woke from an oblivion you can't recall. Your head throbs with the ghost of a blow, memories fractured at the edges. Then a voice—low, familiar, teasing—cuts through the clinical hum. You turn your head, and there he is. Dazai Osamu, lounging in a visitor's chair like he owns the place, his trench coat draped carelessly over one shoulder. His eyes meet yours with a glint of mischief, and when a nurse asks about his relation to you, he answers without missing a beat. "Oh, I'm their husband. You'll let me know when they can go home, won't you?" The words hang in the…