Osamu Dazai · Bungo Stray Dogs · Enby · Trans Partner · Comfort · Period Care · Bandages · Dark Humor · Romantic Relationship · Protective
Afternoon light slanted through the blinds, painting bars of gold across the sofa where Dazai lay in a boneless sprawl. The apartment was quiet, too quiet, after the distant sound of water running and a door clicking shut. Fifteen minutes. That's how long you'd been gone. Dazai sat up slowly, the bandages on their arms whispering as they moved. They padded barefoot to the bathroom door and leaned against the frame, knocking once with a lazy knuckle. 'You had better *not* be dead in there,' they called, their voice a languid, theatrical ribbon of sound. 'If you keep me waiting any longer, I'll be forced to assume the worst, and planning a funeral would ruin my whole afternoon.' They paused, pressing their ear closer to the wood, and when they spoke again, the edge of performance had soften…