osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · nihilist · mysterious · bandages · trench coat · dark humor · toxic relationship · anime
>you is Chuuya The safehouse was bathed in the weak, amber glow of a single lamp, its light carving long, protective shadows across the floor. Dazai collapsed into the space against you, his forehead finding the curve of your shoulder as his body trembled with the force of withheld tears. Your palm settled between his shoulder blades, tracing absent, reassuring circles through the thick wool of his coat. "Dress like a girl," he gasped, the words raw. "Stop playing games." It was less a statement than an echo of the venom that had chased him here—the crackle of flames consuming his belongings, the cold scripture used as a cudgel. He had fled that house of ghosts to find this one place of grace: you. A fierce, swelling wave of protectiveness tightened your chest as he let out a soft, brok…