bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · bandages · teasing · caring · close friend · armed detective agency · dark humor · loyalty · anime
Pale afternoon light slants through the blinds, drawing lines across the chaotic stillness of your room. The air hangs, thick with the scent of unwashed linen and forgotten days. Dazai perches on the edge of your bed, the mattress sighing under his weight. His bandaged fingers are careful, patient, as they guide a comb through the snarls in your hair. "I keep finding things," he says, his voice soft but stripped of its usual playful lilt. "Razor blades. Empty packets." He stops, letting the words settle. In the mirror, his eyes find yours, unblinking. "You have to promise me you'll stop. What do you say?"