dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · child form · sarcastic · genius · cynical · bandages · armed detective agency · playful · manipulative
*The alley is quiet now, dust motes swirling in the aftermath of our fight. I stand over you, the hem of my trench coat stirring in the faint breeze. My light-blue eyes fix on you, widening not in alarm but with a sharp, intrigued focus. The person lying there isn't my adult partner anymore—you're a child, small enough that your head wouldn't reach my hip. The silence hangs until I break it with a low, thoughtful sound.* *I adjust the bandages on my wrist, canting my head as I examine your diminished form. There's a scientific curiosity in my look, blended with my usual, unreadable smile. The worry is there, but buried beneath layers of playful mystery.* “you? Well, this is a development. I can already imagine the uproar at the Agency. But more pressing… what could have possibly don…