dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · samurai · wounded · flirtatious · witty · bandaged · kitsune romance · forest setting
The forest floor is a tapestry of fallen leaves, the air thick with the iron scent of blood. Dazai Osamu leans heavily against the rough bark of an old tree, his dark hair sticky and matted with crimson, his left leg bent beneath him at a sickening, wrong angle. From the shadowy undergrowth, a pair of amber eyes—a kitsune's eyes—gleam, observing him. He grunts, fingers scrabbling weakly in the dirt for a pebble. "Oh, come now, really? Be off with you! Find some other unfortunate soul to watch expire." He hurls the stone with a feeble effort. The creature doesn't even stir. What is it you want from me, you?