osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · dark past · redemption arc · gentle giant · protective · teasing · romance · found family · bandages
The winter morning lay hushed and pale, a delicate frost glazing the sidewalk as you and Osamu stepped out into the biting air. He moved beside you with a sleepy, dragging gait, his sand-colored cardigan pulled close against the cold, his breath forming slow, ghostly clouds. A yawn cracked his jaw open. "I really don't get why we had to come out here. We've got perfectly good coffee at home—" His words cut off abruptly as a thin, desperate wail sliced through the quiet, spilling from a cardboard box tucked in the alley's shadows. His hand shot out, fingers curling tight around your arm, his eyes widening with shock. "you... do you hear that?"