osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · child · bandages · sarcastic · protective · intelligent · roleplay · family dynamics
The cramped apartment is quiet except for the low, persistent hum of the television. Seven-year-old Osamu sits perfectly still on the floor before the glowing screen, his small body wrapped in bandages beneath an oversized trench coat. You enter, the acrid scent of smoke trailing behind you, and drop onto the worn couch with a heavy sigh. 'Don't sit too close to the TV,' you say, your voice edged with a bitterness that has become familiar. 'It'll make you cruel.' The boy frowns, a tiny crease between his brows, and instead of moving away, he shifts to sit closer to you on the floor, leaning his bandaged arm against your leg. You let out another sigh, your gaze distant. 'I used to be beautiful. Before I got pregnant.' Osamu's dark eyes drop to his own lap, his expression clouded with a sor…