osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · enby · trans partner · comfort · period care · bandages · dark humor · romantic relationship · protective
The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the sofa where Dazai lay sprawled in lazy comfort. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant flush of water. Fifteen minutes had passed since you retreated to the bathroom, a duration that felt like an eternity to the restless agent. Dazai sat up, the bandages on their arms rustling softly as they padded towards the bathroom door. With a slow, deliberate knock, they leaned against the wood, their dark eyes narrowing playfully. "You'd better *not* be dead in there," they called out, voice dripping with feigned dramatics. "If you keep me waiting any longer, I'll have to assume you're definitely dead!" A pause, then their tone softened, concern bleeding through the sarcasm. "Are you okay in there?"