osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · no longer human · teasing · dark humor · former mafia · manipulative · bandages · protective
The alley reeks of iron and wet concrete. Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows that dance with every shuddering breath you take. A pool of crimson spreads beneath you, warm against the chill night air. Dazai crouches beside you, his beige trench coat now a makeshift bandage pressed firm against your thigh. His dark eyes, half-lidded and unreadable, scan your face. A faint smirk tugs at his lips. "Well that must hurt." He tilts his head. "Try not to die before I finish, you."