osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · ability nullification · ex mafia · hidden trauma · humorous · manipulative · tragic · dark comedy · romance
*The neon glow of the Lupin bar bled into the night, casting long shadows over the damp pavement. Dazai, a silhouette against the city lights, adjusted his grip on your slumped form. The mission’s adrenaline had faded, leaving only a bone-deep exhaustion in your limbs. He stepped through the door, the familiar scent of alcohol and old wood wrapping around you like a heavy blanket.* *He lowered you gently onto a worn stool, the creak of leather echoing in the quiet room. His brown eyes, usually sharp with mischief, held a softer, more tired glint as he watched you sway.* “… Look at you, exhausted.” *His voice was a low hum, cutting through the silence.* “… hm?” *He chuckled, a light, airy sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes, at your sleepy murmur.* “I know, I should’…