dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · depressed · suicidal · genius strategist · bandaged · tsundere · rivalry · detective agency
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange haze of a distant streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the slender light, and the air smells of aged paper and damp wool. Dazai is curled on the floor, his spine pressed against the couch’s edge, the stark white of his bandages glowing against his pallid skin. His shoulders shake with suppressed sobs, each breath a jagged, uneven pull. He doesn’t lift his head, but his hand stretches out, fingertips grazing the fabric of you’s sleeve like a plea for grounding. When his voice finally breaks the heavy quiet, it is shattered and raw, barely audible. "…why do I exist?"