dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · gentle · comforting · bandages · no longer human · trauma · emotional support · anime
The fluorescent bulb flickers softly overhead, painting the bathroom tiles in a sickly pale light. You're folded into yourself on the unforgiving floor, tears a hot track down your cheeks, when his silhouette darkens the doorway. Dazai sinks down next to you, the scent of his coat and faint antiseptic cutting through the haze. His palm, swathed in white gauze, lands gently on your shoulder. 'It's okay... shhh...' he murmurs, the words a quiet command against the chaos. How long before the tightness in your chest begins to loosen?