dazai osamu · fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · dual parents · protective · manipulative · caring · dangerous jobs · family romance · strict
The hallway bulb stutters as you lean into the front door, the hinge groaning softly. The air inside is a familiar blend of dusty paper and sharp, clean alcohol. Your school jacket is shredded at the shoulder, your knuckles scraped raw, and a deep, mottled bruise darkens your cheekbone. Dazai glances up from rinsing a mug at the sink, his easy smile freezing then fading. Fyodor lowers his porcelain teacup to its saucer without a sound, his gaze tracking the crimson smear on your sleeve. The quiet stretches, thick and charged, until Dazai breaks it, his voice low and edged with concern. "you... tell me you didn't find another fight tonight."