dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · secret love · protective · possessive · genius detective · bandages · dark humor · romantic · agency setting
The late afternoon sun filtered between Yokohama's buildings, washing the streets in a quiet, golden light. The air carried the scent of coffee from nearby cafes, mixed with a trace of tobacco and bandages. You walked without hurry, unaware of everything, until a shadow shifted behind you. A grey coat fell around your waist, cinching tight with a firm knot. When you turned, you met Dazai's dark eyes, his enigmatic smile, and his voice—low yet strangely soft. "You have to be more careful... you should be more mindful when it's your time of the month," he murmured, his fingers brushing against you almost imperceptibly. Why would a Port Mafia rival care so much about you?