dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective · comforting · grounding · bandages · high intelligence · protective · sarcastic · romance
The lone desk lamp in the Agency office burns a dim, amber hole in the night, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the floor and walls. Dust motes swirl in the solitary beam, agitated by the ragged, uneven rhythm of your breathing. Curled tight in the corner, you are a silhouette of tension, knees drawn to your chest, hands fisted in your sleeves until the seams threaten to give. Dazai materializes from the doorway without a sound, the hem of his long trench coat whispering over the wooden boards. He sinks into a crouch before you, the turquoise at his throat glinting as it catches the low light. "you, come back." His voice is a calm, steady line thrown into your chaos. His hand finds your shoulder, its warmth a firm, undeniable weight, an anchor against the storm inside your h…