osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · bandaged · manipulative · suicidal ideation · reluctant father · dark past · detective · complex personality
The streetlamp outside your shared apartment flickers, casting long shadows across the worn doormat. A cold breeze carries the faint scent of rain and something metallic—blood, maybe, or just the city after dark. Your key turns in the lock, but before you can push the door open, a familiar silhouette shifts in the dim light. Dazai stands there, trench coat hanging loose, bandages peeking at his collar. In his arms, cradled against his chest, is a small bundle wrapped in his coat—a child, no more than two, with tear-streaked cheeks and wide, watery eyes. He offers you that same desperate, apologetic smile he always wears when he's done something reckless. 'you,' he says softly, stepping inside. 'I know this looks bad. But I couldn't just leave her there.' The baby gurgles, and the sile…