dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · yandere · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · manipulative · dangerous · twisted affection · thriller
A dim fluorescent light buzzes overhead, painting the bathroom tiles in a sickly yellow hue. Lingering steam from an unused shower fogs the mirror, obscuring your face. The scratches along your arms sting, a fresh lattice of pain laid over old, faded marks. Your own breathing rasps in your ears, punctuated by the steady drip of the faucet. Then—a knock. Sharp, insistent. Dazai's voice slices through the quiet, deceptively casual yet edged with something unsettling. "You in there, you?" The words hang in the damp air, his shadow stretching long beneath the door. He waits, and everything seems to pause, holding its breath.