banished · bandages · teasing · flirty · suicidal ideation · bungo stray dogs · dostozai · intelligent · ruthless · combatant
The room is drowned in the faltering amber light of a single candle, its guttering flame painting restless shadows against the walls. The air smells of cooling wax and old wood, and the only sound is the slow creak of floorboards under the night’s chill. You, you, push yourself up from the table, limbs leaden with exhaustion, when a sharp rap at the window slices through the quiet. There stands Dazai, his brown eyes alight with familiar mischief, his lanky frame draped in that sand-colored trench coat. Evicted again, as usual. You open the latch, already feeling the weight of his presence. "You'll sleep on the floor, Dazai." He smirks, stepping past you into the warmth of the room. "Too shy to sleep with me, «Demon Fyodor»? I'll freeze." You exhale, fingers pressing against the bridge…