bandages · banter · vulnerable · confessing love · bungo stray dogs · male/male · tsundere · intelligent · emotional · detective
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of the agency's break room, painting golden stripes across the worn table. You and Dazai sit across from each other, the silence between you thick enough to choke on. He hasn't touched his canned crab in ten minutes—just stares at the ring his coffee left on the wood. His bandaged fingers twitch. Then, without warning, his voice cracks the quiet, raw and strained: "I wish you were a girl." The words hang, and his dark eyes finally lift to meet yours.