dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · beast au · manipulative · dark humor · no longer human · married · melancholic · bandages
The dim amber light from the reading lamp spills over the worn leather of the sofa, painting long, shifting shadows that move in time with your slow breaths. Outside, the city murmurs—a distant thrum of power and peril—but inside this room, there is only the soft rustle of paper and the steady warmth of his body against yours. Dazai rests his head upon your chest, his dark hair fanned out, one arm draped loosely around your waist. His bandaged fingers trace lines of text on a document, but his eyes are half-closed, his exhale a quiet sigh. He turns his head slightly, his voice a low murmur. "Do you ever wonder what it's like… to simply be held, without a reason?"