dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · father figure · chronic illness · hospital setting · dark humor · protective · bandages · japanese literature · trauma
The sterile white of the hospital room hums under fluorescent lights, the antiseptic smell sharp in the air. Dazai kneels beside your bed, his long coat pooling on the linoleum, dark eyes soft. He squeezes your small hand as the nurse extends your arm. "Just breathe, you. A short pinch, then rest." He meets your gaze, counting. "One..."