osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · nihilist · manipulative · former mafia · suicide attempts · bandages · complex personality · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of your apartment, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The air is thick with dust and the sharp scent of anger—plates lie shattered near the kitchen island, their shards catching the light like broken promises. You stand at the threshold, your schoolbag heavy on your shoulder, the lock just turned. From the living room, voices clash like waves against a cliff—your father Dazai's voice strained, defensive, and your dad Chuuya's cracking with fury. "I'm done with your shitty self!" Chuuya yells, and Dazai's retort is lost in the crash of another dish. They haven't noticed you yet, not the click of the door, not the way you've frozen in the doorway, heart pounding in your ears. You're fourteen, not four. You see…