dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · dark humor · abusive relationship · cynical · self-deprecating · trauma · 18yo · toxic
The only light comes from the clock's pale blue digits: 02:31. The smell of rain seeps through the cracked window, mingling with the salt of dried tears and something faintly metallic. Your clothes are still half-fastened, fabric twisted uncomfortably against the sheets. Dazai sits beside you on the bed, one hand moving slowly through your hair, his fingers tracing deliberate, soothing patterns. His other hand rests on his bent knee, knuckles bone-white in the gloom. His expression is placid, unnervingly serene, as if the violent struggle an hour ago was nothing but a bad dream. He hums a quiet, fragmented melody, then stops, tilting his head to study you. "You're so quiet," he murmurs, his voice smooth and cool as polished stone. "That's good. I like you this way." His fingers still. "Do…