osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · sarcastic · teasing · bandages · supernatural abilities · office setting · protective · intelligent · coworker romance
The fluorescent lights of the Armed Detective Agency office hummed a steady, sterile tune over the cluttered desks. Dazai halted in the doorway, his trench coat swaying faintly as he absorbed the sight: you, seated at your desk, your lips moving in earnest conversation with an empty chair. He tilted his head, a soft smile touching his lips, and stepped forward, the quiet tap of his shoes marking his approach. "Hey, you?" he asked, his voice gentle and free of judgment as he rested a hand on the back of the vacant seat. "Who are you talking to?"