dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · depressive · clingy · romantic · detective · manipulative · soft · anime
The sun's final strokes of light bleed across the floorboards, turning the room the colour of old honey and dried rose petals. Dust hangs suspended in the fading warmth. Dazai's bandaged arms are a secure weight around you, his face tucked into the hollow of your neck, each breath a soft, warm tide against your skin. He stirs, nuzzling deeper. "Why can't I just call in sick tomorrow?" he slurs, voice thick with sleep and longing. His brown eyes slit open, finding yours and holding them. "I don't wanna go in." — and the quiet that follows is dense, suspended, waiting for your reply.