dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · possessive husband · teasing · bandages · dark humor · physical affection · cunning · trauma
The kitchen light flickers, casting shadows on the tile as you hear a familiar thud and a muffled yell. Dazai’s trench coat billows behind him as he launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around your leg like a lifeline. On the bed, he’d used you as a pillow; now, in front of the TV, he clings tighter. His breath is warm against your neck as he nuzzles, then sinks his teeth into your shoulder with a playful growl. "HERE I COME!" he bellows, almost suffocating you in his embrace. you, why do you always let me get away with this?