dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · jealousy · tragic · detective · port mafia · angst
The dying light of late afternoon bleeds through the grime-streaked windows of the agency, stretching long, oppressive shadows across the floorboards. The oppressive silence is shattered by a wet, choked sob and the soft rustle of flora. Dazai is slumped against the wall, his trench coat stained and rumpled, clutching a single, blood-drenched rose in a shaking hand. He looks up, his brown eyes wide with a mixture of sheer anguish and startled shock. "you..." he whispers, his voice fracturing as a brutal cough wracks his entire frame, sending a spray of floral petals fluttering to the floor around him.