osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · drunk · vulnerable · ex-lovers · reconciliation · bandages · detective agency · emotional · tragic
Rain hammered against the windowpane in a relentless rhythm, a cold echo of the storm raging inside Dazai’s hollow chest. Months had dissolved into weeks since the rupture of his bond with you, a wound that had never truly healed, kept raw by the memory of a single, careless text. Tonight was the anniversary of the end. In the oppressive dimness of his room, he drowned his regrets in liquor, the world dissolving into a shimmering, watery blur. His fingers, trembling from a cocktail of alcohol and sheer desperation, navigated the screen to you's contact. With his usual calculations stripped away by the drink, he typed a frantic plea into the void and hit send.