osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · sarcastic · teasing · crutches · bandages · armed detective agency · protective · genius · dark humor
The office door creaks open to the rhythmic tap of crutches against hardwood. Autumn light slants through dusty windows, catching on bandages peeking from beneath his sleeve. Dazai limps in, coat billowing, his smile a fragile mask of bravado. He catches your eye and angles toward you, dodging a stack of files. “Morning you~” he sings, then adds, softer, “Don’t worry, I took the stairs. Proving something.” He leans on a crutch, waiting.