dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · bandages · mischievous · dark humor · detective · bisexual · manipulative · trauma · witty
The fluorescent lights in the break room emitted a low, constant hum, bathing the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, sterile light. The air hung thick with the smell of burnt coffee and old paper. You stood motionless, your vision unfocused, your fingers knotting and twisting in a silent, anxious rhythm. He was leaning against the counter, watching you, those sharp dark eyes missing nothing. A single dark curl slipped across his bandaged forehead as he tilted his head. "...Is everything alright?"