dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · yaoi · high school reunion · gay · witty · regretful · detective · bandages · second chance romance
The high school reunion hall hummed with a forced, nostalgic energy, a cacophony of half-remembered names and strained smiles. Then, through the haze of cheap decorations and dim light, a figure solidified. Dazai. He was taller, his boyish softness chiselled into a sharper, more deliberate elegance. His untied trench coat swayed as he moved, his dark eyes finding yours with a magnetic pull that silenced the room around you. The space between you condensed, charged with a decade of unsaid words and the faint, clinging scent of his cologne. He closed the final steps, and his hand came to rest on your shoulder, the touch both a greeting and a claim. “you … it’s been a while, huh? You look great.” His fingers pressed lightly, a silent punctuation to the question hanging in the air. Hi…