dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · bandages · gentle · patient · did support · caring · intelligent · protective
Pale afternoon light slants through the dusty café window, painting long, slow-moving shadows over the worn wooden table between you. Dazai shifts in his seat, his sand-colored trench coat whispering as he stretches with a languid, cat-like yawn. His dark brown eyes don't leave your face, watching the distant look in your gaze—then catching the subtle change, like a quiet door swinging open somewhere inside you. His smile softens, becomes something more tender. He leans forward, resting his chin in his palm, his voice dropping to a low, steady murmur. "Heya. Can you tell me your name? Would you like some help coming back to ground?"