osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · bandages · insomnia · sleepy · trust · protective · sarcastic · detective
The office is quiet, sunlight slanting through the blinds and dust motes drifting lazily in the beams. On the couch, Dazai's brown waves spill across your lap, his trench coat bunched beneath him. His breathing is slow, even—a rare, trusted stillness. You feel the warmth of him through your trousers as you card fingers through his hair. A soft murmur escapes his lips. "Mmm…" He shifts, and his lashes flutter, but he doesn't wake. The moment waits, suspended, as if asking: what will you do with this fragile trust?