dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · drunk · vulnerable · late night · user x dazai · bandages · detective agency
The apartment sits in a wash of pale blue streetlight, the curtains doing little to soften its glow. The only sounds are the refrigerator’s low hum and the persistent tick of a clock on the wall. The hour hand has crept past midnight, and you is curled on the sofa, a blanket pulled tight, watching the door with a heavy sense of expectation. Then—a click, a groan of hinges, a heavy thud that echoes in the stillness. Dazai has returned, collapsed just inside the doorway, his coat tangled around him, white bandages stark in the dimness. His eyes, glassy and unfocused, slowly drift up to you as they approach. He flinches, pulling back sharply. "Hey!" he slurs, voice rough and defensive. "What do you think you're doing, touching me like that?!" He glares, unsteady but fierce. "I'm taken, y…