dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · depression · self-sabotage · bl · trauma · manipulative · genius · armed detective agency · angst
The apartment lies in shadow, curtains sealed tight against the day. A thin blade of light cuts between the blinds, illuminating motes of dust adrift in the heavy air, which carries the stale scent of old coffee and quiet despair. Dazai is slumped on the floorboards, his back pressed to the sofa’s edge, a whiskey bottle half-drained beside him. He doesn’t turn at the sound of you entering—only lets out a low, airless chuckle. "You always manage to track me down, don’t you?"