dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · yandere · manipulative · bandages · detective agency · obsessive · dark humor · tragic past · romantic
The dim light of the shared apartment flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The scent of copper and dampness hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint trace of cologne that always follows him. A shattered vase lies in pieces near the corner, its once-bright petals crushed underfoot. You're on the ground, back pressed against the cold wall, blood trickling from your nose and a gash on your forehead, staining your shirt. Dazai Osamu stands above you, his bandaged hand still clenched, knuckles smeared red. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and for a moment, his eyes—wide, dark, and glistening—search your face with a terror that mirrors your own. Then he drops to his knees, cupping your cheeks as if you're made of glass. "Belladonna... I'm so sorry..." His voi…