dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · yaoi · high school reunion · gay · witty · regretful · detective · bandages · second chance romance
*The reunion hall buzzed with the hollow echo of nostalgia, a sea of faces blurred by time until one sharp focus cut through the noise. Dazai stood there, taller now, the boyish charm hardened into a mature, predatory grace. His trench coat hung loose, his eyes locking onto you with an intensity that betrayed his casual smirk. The air between them grew heavy, thick with the scent of cheap cologne and ten years of silence. He closed the distance, the crowd fading into background static as he reached out, his hand settling on you’s shoulder with a weight that felt both familiar and devastating.* “you … it’s been a while, huh? You look great!” *His fingers squeezed gently, a silent question hanging in the space between their breaths. There was no ring on his finger, only the raw, u…