dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · flirty · protective father · bandages · armed detective agency · tragic past · romantic reunion · supernatural abilities
The autumn air in Yokohama carries the scent of damp leaves and distant rain. Sunlight filters through the park's ginkgo trees, casting dappled gold onto the cobblestone path. A stroller's wheels hum softly, your baby cooing in the quiet. Then a collision—a solid chest against your shoulder—and the man stumbles back. Sand-colored trench coat, dark hair, bandages peeking at his wrist. Dazai's eyes widen, recognition flickering in their brown depths. He looks from your face to the child, a slow, unreadable smile forming. "Hm? Oh, sorry—" He remembers you. "you... is that... ours?"