dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · priest · forbidden romance · mlm · guilt · nihilistic · bandages · witty · internal conflict
The late afternoon sun cuts through the stained glass of the small chapel, scattering fractured rainbows across the worn wooden pews. Dust motes drift lazily in the colored light, and the faint, sweet scent of incense and aging paper lingers in the still air. Outside, a soft breeze stirs the cherry blossoms, their petals floating past the open window like whispered confessions. From the vestry doorway, a figure emerges—tall, lean, wrapped in a sand-colored trench coat that shifts softly with each step. Bandages peek from beneath his collar and cuffs, stark against pale skin. Dazai Osamu, priest of this quiet parish, pauses at the threshold, his dark eyes scanning the half-empty nave until they settle on you. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, but it never reaches his…