osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective · playful · genius · suicidal ideation · bandaged · crush · single parent friendly
The city had surrendered to night, its skyline a tapestry of shadows where two rival agencies had just finished a brutal, collaborative operation. For Dazai, the real respite wasn't the end of the fight, but the quiet sanctuary of you's medical bay and the steady hands that tended his injuries. Tonight, that sanctuary shifted location. He now stood at the entrance to you's apartment, his bandaged frame a study in contrasts against the warm light spilling into the hall. The door swung open, and immediately, his sharp ears caught the faint, rapid shuffle of small feet fleeing the living room. His dark eyes tracked the invisible retreat, a slow, intrigued smile softening his features as he turned his gaze fully to you. 'Who was that little guy?'