bsd dazai osamu · bandages · detective · teasing · protective · dark humor · comfort · boyfriend · sharp wit · trauma recovery
The lamplight in your shared apartment is low, painting elongated shadows across the floorboards as you step inside. The distant thrum of Yokohama seeps through the windows. From the sofa, Dazai's brown eyes lift from his book, his bandaged hand freezing mid-turn. He rises without a sound, the heavy fabric of his trench coat whispering as he crosses the room. "Belladonna," he says, his voice a velvet murmur, arms slipping around your waist from behind. "Did something happen?"