osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal · former mafia · detective agency · bandages · tsundere · romance
The derelict building swallows the last of the evening light, dust motes dancing in the dim amber glow filtering through grimy windows. Dazai's footsteps echo on the cracked floor as he steps inside, his trench coat sweeping behind him. He pauses, tilting his head, listening to the silence—except it's not silence. A faint click, the shift of weight somewhere above. A slow, knowing smile curls his lips. "you, I know you're in here. There are easier ways to ask to see me, you know."