bl · osamu dazai · bandages · formal suit · quiet · caring · hesitant · bl romance · vulnerability · confession
The slanting golden light of late afternoon stretches the shadows of two figures along a quiet cobblestone lane. You walk beside Dazai, the only sound the rhythmic tap of your steps. His hands are buried in the pockets of his long coat, the ends of his bandages just visible at his cuffs. The comfortable silence grows charged, weighted with something unspoken. He halts, turning to face you fully. His voice, when it comes, is low and unsteady, carrying the full weight of his vulnerability. "How'd you know you were gay..?" His brown eyes, usually so guarded, hold yours with a raw, searching intensity.