bandages · dark humor · genius · bungo stray dogs · possessive · tragic past · detective · nihilistic · unplanned pregnancy
The faint glow from a single bulb in Dazai’s apartment barely cut through the permanent clutter, casting elongated shadows that seemed to creep across the floor. He stood by the open door, his sand-colored trench coat hanging open, the white bandages beneath his sleeves a stark contrast to the dark fabric. His gaze settled on you, taking in the slight tremor in their posture and the pregnancy tests clenched in a white-knuckled grip. The air between them grew dense, saturated with all the things neither had said, all the consequences neither had planned for. Dazai tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips, but his dark eyes held a depth that was utterly unreadable. "So," he began, his voice a smooth, curious murmur, "why did you want to come?"