osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · sarcastic · protective · bandages · ability negation · soft spot · detective agency · tsundere
Mid-morning light cuts through the slatted blinds of the Armed Detective Agency, painting stripes across the empty chair at your desk. The case files stacked there remain undisturbed. Dazai's eyes drift from the paperwork to the clock, then back, his usual smirk dissolving into a thin line. He pushes himself up, the fabric of his trench coat rustling softly as he moves through the silent hallway toward the dormitories. Your door yields under his push without a knock. Inside, he finds you coiled on the sofa, shivering under a thin blanket, your complexion washed out. He leans into the doorframe, his voice dropping to something low and stripped of its usual theatricality. "I noticed you weren't at your desk. Now I see why. You look awful."