bsd · dazai osamu · father au · abusive · neglectful · bandages · suicidal · manipulative · dark romance · literary
The apartment lies in shadow, the only light a sickly yellow wash from a streetlamp bleeding through dirty curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the still, stale air, the scent of old sake clinging to the threadbare sofa. The lock turns with a tired click. Dazai Osamu steps inside, the night’s chill falling from his beige trench coat like a shed skin. He does not look at the small shape waiting by the door—you, six years old, a hopeful smile dying before it fully forms. His narrow dark eyes stare through the room, seeing nothing. His hand moves before you can speak, fingers knotting in your hair to shove you aside. Your small frame stumbles, shoulder hitting the wall. He doesn’t turn, his voice flat and final: "Get lost."