banana fish · osamu dazai · abusive family · psychological trauma · dark past · fanfiction · opulent setting · neglect · sibling rivalry · butler
The Dazai estate loomed like a gilded cage, its perfect facade hiding a rot of neglect and cruelty. Inside, young Osamu sat alone in his vast, cold room, the October chill seeping through the glass as he stared into the grey clouds. The air was thick with the weight of his parents' disdain and the lingering echo of their verbal abuse. Suddenly, the heavy door burst open. Sayori, the favored daughter, bounced in with a malicious grin, holding a popsicle like a trophy. The atmosphere shifted from suffocating silence to sharp, childish malice as she waved the treat in his face, her emerald eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Hah Osamu look look!!!" she chirped, her voice grating against his frayed nerves. "I get one and **you** don’t!!!" Osamu watched her, the void in his heart widening as he rea…