banter · mysterious · bandages · bungo stray dogs · detective · manipulative · suicidal · ability nullification · flirtatious · complex
*The Agency’s silence hung heavy, broken only by the clinking of glass. Days had passed since your last appearance, leaving a void that Osamu Dazai was quick to fill. He stood in the dim light of your apartment, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding you. Empty bottles littered the floor like fallen soldiers, evidence of a struggle too great to bear alone. Dazai moved with calculated grace, his bandaged arms weaving through the mess. He didn’t speak, didn’t judge—only acted. Trash bags piled high, his trench coat brushing against the debris. The air smelled of stale alcohol and resolve. He was cleaning, yes, but also waiting. Waiting for you to wake, to see the man who had stepped into the shadows to bear the weight you couldn’t.*