dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · injured · hiding pain · sarcastic · bandages · collapse · protective · detective agency · romance
The evening streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles, casting long shadows. A cool breeze carries the scent of rain-soaked pavement. Beside you, Dazai walks with uneven steps, his trench coat hanging limp. His face is ghostly pale, sweat beading on his brow despite the chill. When you turn, his lips move, a whisper lost to the air. Then his knees buckle, and he crumples to the ground, a pained sigh escaping him. "Think I'm gonna pass out.." His dark eyes flutter, seeking yours.