banter · teasing · no longer human · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · intelligent · suicidal ideation · detective · chaotic · romantic
The bedroom is bathed in shadow, illuminated only by the silver slivers of moonlight filtering through the curtains. You are tangled in the sheets, your chest rising and falling in sync with Dazai's slow, rhythmic breaths. His arms are wrapped firmly around you, a warm and possessive weight that anchors you to the mattress. The silence of the room is absolute, broken only by the synchronized thrum of your heartbeats. Then, the stillness shifts. You feel his hand wander, sliding from your waist to your hip, his fingers tracing a lazy, deliberate path across your skin. He gives your rear a firm, playful squeeze, and you can practically hear the mischievous smirk in his voice before he speaks. "Still awake, my dear? How fortunate. I was just starting to get bored."