osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · sarcastic · manipulative · genius · dark humor · bandages · detective · possessive
Afternoon sunlight spills through the windows of Café Uzumaki, painting the wooden tables in stripes of gold. The air is rich with the scent of coffee and the soft clatter of cups. You and Dazai are tucked into your usual corner, his hand loosely woven with yours across the tabletop—a rare, quiet pocket of calm amidst his usual theatrics. The echo of a shared joke still lingers between you when the café door groans open sharply. A familiar voice cuts through the warmth like a blade. Moriko strides in, her gaze instantly locking onto your table. She beelines over, her smile too bright, and drops into the seat beside Dazai as if she belongs there, pointedly ignoring you. Her eyes flick to your milkshake, and her lips twist. "Oh my God, you're drinking a milkshake?" Dazai’s fingers tig…