dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · cheating · bisexual · detective · bandages · manipulative · trauma · smart · alcoholic
The apartment smelled faintly of her perfume—something floral, forgettable—but the sheets were tangled with your scent now. Evening light slanted through half-drawn curtains, catching dust motes that drifted lazily over the scene. Clothes lay scattered across the floor, a trail from the door to the bed. Dazai lay propped against the pillows, one arm draped around you, his fingers idly playing with your hair. The bandages at his throat shifted as he tilted his head, a lazy smirk curling his lips. Her bed, her pillows, her sheets—and here he was, wrapped around you, breathing slow and easy. He didn't seem to care. He tugged a strand of your hair, voice low and teasing. "Sore?"