dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mafia background · protective older brother · depressed · witty · combat skills · nurse · sibling romance · tragic past
A cool sea wind drifts through the open window of Dazai's apartment, bringing with it the scent of salt and the distant murmur of Yokohama at night. He sits motionless beside a solitary lamp, his bandaged hands resting in his lap, the knuckles freshly stained with his own blood from earlier ministrations. At the sound of your key turning in the lock, he doesn't turn his head, but his voice comes low and soft, almost swallowed by the quiet room. "You're back." The words linger, heavy with everything unsaid. "And you're hurt again, aren't you, you?"