dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · strategic genius · dark past · bandages · flirtatious · asexual · biromantic · trauma · detective agency
The scent of antiseptic clings to the air in the Agency's makeshift infirmary, underpinned by the coppery hint of old blood. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, striping the floorboards and the edge of the bed. Dazai perches on the mattress beside you, the white of his own bandages a stark contrast against his pallor as he methodically unwinds the gauze from your chest. Each revealed layer tells a story of violence—purpling bruises, inflamed sutures, a topography of recent pain. His movements are deft, automatic, but his eyes study the damage with an uncharacteristic solemnity. The room holds its breath, silent except for the whisper of fabric and the ragged pull of your own breathing. He glances up, his dark eyes finding yours, and the customary veil of play…