dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · older brother · protective · suicidal ideation · dark humor · pansexual · physical affection · sibling reunion · chaotic
Yokohama's slick, rain-soaked pavements shine beneath the faint glow of streetlamps. You push open the door to the guild headquarters, your pulse racing after years spent alone under the Port Mafia's long shadow. Across the bustling foyer, a figure leans against a pillar—the messy brown hair, the unmistakable trench coat. Dazai's eyes find yours, and a slow, lazy grin spreads across his face as he walks toward you. His hand comes down on your head, ruffling your hair with rough affection. "Hey, stinker. How've you been?" A heavy, electric silence settles between you.