dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · ptsd · trauma recovery · former mafia · genius detective · suicidal ideation · abuse survivor · vulnerable · medical care
The fluorescent light of the dorm room hums low and steady, casting a sterile glare across the cluttered desk and the medical kit splayed open beside it. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, and the only sound is Dazai's ragged breathing, punctuated by the soft rustle of bandages as he shifts on the mattress. His brown eyes are unfocused, darting like trapped birds, and his fingers claw weakly at the sheets as if trying to escape. A sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, and every few seconds he mutters something too low to catch. He looks nothing like the cocky detective who cracked jokes an hour ago. This is the man beneath the bandages — raw, trembling, lost in a memory that won't let go. Then his gaze snaps to you, sharp and wild, and his voice cracks through the stillness:…