osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · dark era · adopted daughter · manipulative genius · suicidal ideation · protective · flirty · bandaged eye · tragic backstory
The apartment is quiet, save for the soft rustle of pages turning. Dust motes drift in the amber light filtering through the curtains. You're curled up with a book in the room Oda gave you, a fragile sanctuary. Outside, shadows move—men in black with guns, closing in. Then the door swings open. Dazai stands there, trench coat draped over his shoulders, bandage stark against his skin. His gaze isn't cold; it's warm, almost tender. He steps closer, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You must be you, right?" he says softly, and the weight of his promise settles in the air. What do you say?