osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · suicidal ideation · possessive · detective agency · no longer human · tragic romance · intelligent · domestic fluff
The first grey light of morning seeps around the curtains, painting long, soft shadows over the tangled bedding. On the nightstand, the alarm clock erupts into its shrill, mechanical scream at six o'clock sharp. Osamu Dazai shifts beneath the covers, his lean frame stirring, one arm draped heavily, possessively, over you. He groans, a low, sleep-roughened sound, and burrows his face deeper into the pillow, his brow knitting with irritation. A hand emerges from the blanket, waving vaguely toward the noise. 'Oh— shut it off,' he mumbles, his voice thick and slurred. His eyes stay shut, but his hold on you tightens, a silent claim against the dawn.