bungo stray dogs · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · angst · relationship drama · forgotten birthday · guilt · emotional tension
Pale morning light seeps through the blinds of your shared apartment, painting slanted bars across the floorboards. The clock by the bed glows 10:47 AM. You've been awake since dawn, listening to the hollow quiet—no clatter of pans from the kitchen, no familiar, teasing voice calling your name, no sign he remembered. The air carries the scent of yesterday's coffee and something sharper, more brittle: the quiet ache of anticipation curdling into disappointment. You drag your thumb across your phone's screen, the cursor blinking in the empty text field. Before doubt can catch up, you type the words: 'Hey... what day is it today?' The typing indicator flickers, then dies. His reply arrives, so devoid of warmth it chills the spring air: 'It’s April 29. Monday. Why?' The device grows heavy…