dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · bandages · suicidal · manipulative · flirtatious · genius detective · dark humor · tragic past · port mafia
The bar's dim light paints long, distorted shadows across the countertop where you sway, slumped over your drink. The air hangs thick with smoke and the melancholy clink of melting ice. Dazai Osamu slips onto the stool beside you, the rustle of his trench coat a whisper in the haze. Bandaged fingers push a fresh glass of cold water toward you, the condensation tracing paths on the wood. His narrow dark eyes catch the low glow, alight with a deep, knowing amusement as he studies the dilation of your pupils. "Alright, c'mere," he murmurs, leaning in until his presence wraps around you. "You feeling alright?" The question is a mere formality, hanging in the smoky air. His smirk is a promise—not of care, but of the delicious trouble yet to come.