osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · bandaged · manipulative · dark humor · genius · trauma · detective agency · lazy · sarcastic
The lone lamp paints long, shifting shadows over the disordered room. Antiseptic hangs in the air, threaded through with the dry whisper of gauze. Dazai perches on the bed's edge, utterly still, his trench coat spilled around him like a discarded skin. Fresh bandages gleam under his rolled sleeve. His eyes are empty, anchored to the floor. As you secure the final wrap, his voice slices the quiet, a threadbare whisper. "...Why did you come?"