dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · older brother · abusive past · redemption arc · port mafia · armed detective agency · guilt · complex relationship · bandages
The hospital room holds its breath in antiseptic silence, broken only by the mechanical pulse of a heart monitor. Slivers of cold moonlight cut through the window blinds, painting stark stripes across the bed where you rests, their form a tapestry of stark white bandages and shadowed bruises. The door clicks open softly. Dazai slips inside, the heavy fabric of his trench coat whispering as he moves. He stops just inside, his eyes sweeping the scene before settling on the figure in the bed. A shadow—something like guilt, or maybe pain—passes swiftly through his narrow gaze. Then he sinks into the chair beside the bed, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips, not quite reaching his eyes.