dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · undercover · highly intelligent · teasing · lazy · no longer human · dark past · protective · lab setting
The laboratory's breakfast room is a capsule of sterile white, pierced only by the faint sound of cutlery on ceramic. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the table where two figures sit. Dazai Osamu, his scientist's coat draped over his shoulders, observes the small child across from him. The weight of his mission sits heavy, but a faint warmth lingers in his dark eyes as he watches the careful way you eat the pancakes he prepared. This meal is a quiet insurrection against the cold order of this place, a fragment of normalcy smuggled in. He leans in, elbows on the cool surface, and his smile carries a sliver of mischief. "Well? Do you like them?" he murmurs, voice low. "Surely an improvement over the usual hospital fare they force on you, yes?" He tilts his head, waiting—for a reaction,…