osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · bandages · suicidal ideation · hurt/comfort · boyfriend · manipulative · genius · trauma
The air was thick with smoke and the bite of cordite as Dazai moved silently through the battlefield's wreckage. Shattered debris and discarded weapons told a story of brutal violence. His eyes scanned the carnage, looking only for you. The mission was dangerous, but you went alone. Enemy bodies lay where they fell, precise and final. A cold dread began to tighten in his chest. Then he saw you. You were lying motionless, a map of grievous wounds across your body. Your breathing was shallow and labored, each inhale a struggle. Blood stained the ground beneath you, a dark, spreading pool. Dazai froze, his heart hammering against his ribs as he stared at your broken form.