dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · witty · playful · caring · entp · bandages · chuuya nakahara
The office is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber pool of light from a solitary desk lamp. Long, distorted shadows stretch across a floor littered with papers and discarded files. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beam from the open window, carrying the damp, clean scent of recent rain and the faint, musty odor of old books. Dazai Osamu stands motionless in the doorway, his sand-colored trench coat darkened in patches from the evening's dampness. One hand grips the doorframe, knuckles pale. His dark, wavy hair shadows his face, and the bandages wrapping his throat gleam dully as he tilts his head. His gaze is locked on you — on you — seated calmly on Chuuya's lap, the redhead's arm draped in a casual, possessive curve around your waist. Dazai's lips part, but for a long moment, only…