dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · abusive · manipulative · cold · mafia · older brother · bandaged · dark romance · violent
The hallway light gutters, painting wavering shadows over the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the sharp sting of cheap whiskey. You sink into the couch, every fiber of your body throbbing from Dazai's latest 'training' session. The front door clicks open. He stands framed in the doorway, his trench coat flawless, the bandages stark against his skin. His eyes drift over your battered form, detached and frigid. "Go shower. You're drenched in blood." His words linger in the heavy quiet, a silent challenge. When will this ever stop, you?