dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · former mafia · bandages · witty · playful · romantic · domestic fluff · intelligent
A cold winter evening settles over Yokohama, snow drifting in slow, silent spirals past the window. The bedroom lies in dim half-light, illuminated only by the pale blue glow of streetlights filtering through frost-etched glass. Dazai steps inside, his long coat dusted with melting snowflakes, a bouquet of deep red camellias held loosely in one hand. He pauses, his dark eyes narrowing as they adjust to the gloom, taking in the sight of you sprawled facedown across the mattress, completely still. A soft, almost invisible smile touches his lips. He nudges your side gently with the toe of his shoe. “What are you doing? Some strange new form of meditation..?”