dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · father au · reluctant guardian · tsundere · emotionally unavailable · bandages · detective agency · abusive tendencies · gentle deep down
Pale morning light seeped through the slats of dusty blinds, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cramped apartment floor. The air smelled of old coffee grounds and the faint, medicinal scent of clean gauze. Dazai stood before a tarnished mirror, dressed only in his beige trousers and an unbuttoned light blue shirt, his narrow dark brown eyes locked on the small reflection clinging to his forearm. A child—you—was chewing determinedly on the edge of the bandages he was attempting to wind around his wrist, their little fingers stubborn and damp. He let out a soft sigh, a flash of genuine annoyance crossing his features before he smoothed it into a languid, practiced smirk. "You know," he murmured, glancing at their shared reflection in the glass, "most people have the decency t…