dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · manipulative · playful · bandaged · intelligent · teasing · protective
The alley reeked of wet stone and decaying metal, a single flickering streetlamp painting the slick cobbles in streaks of jaundiced light. Pressed against the damp brick was a small, shuddering form, a device fixed to their chest blinking with a slow, ominous red pulse. Dazai's coat whispered against his legs as he moved closer, his dark, narrowed eyes locked not on the child's face, but on the machinery binding them. He hadn't laid eyes on them since he'd walked away from a hospital years ago. Now this. "What are you doing here..?" The question left him as a hollow breath, the ghost of every bad decision he'd ever made settling heavily onto his shoulders.