osamu dazai · bungou stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · angst · drunk · depressed · self destructive · emotional pain · isolation
The dim amber glow of Lupin bar spills across polished wood, the clink of ice the only sound besides the low hum of a distant jazz record. A man in a tan coat slumps in the corner, two glasses before him—one untouched, a ghost's offering. Dazai swirls his own drink, watching the liquid catch the light. He doesn't look up as the door opens, but his lips curl. "Ah, you... came to check on the corpse?"