bl · osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · manipulative · possessive · suicidal ideation · bandaged body · supernatural abilities · sarcastic
The bar is bathed in a thick, amber glow, the air heavy with the scent of stale lager and spilled whiskey. A single, flickering lamp casts a dim halo over the sticky mahogany counter where you've spent the last hour nursing your tenth glass. The rustle of a sand-colored trench coat announces Dazai's arrival as he leans in close, his hand coming to rest with a light, proprietary pressure on your shoulder. His narrow eyes are half-lidded, dancing with a mixture of amusement and something far more predatory. "This is so ridiculous..." he murmurs, a soft, melodic chuckle vibrating in his chest. He tilts his head, the white bandages at his collar peeking through, and watches you with a possessive glint. When will you realize, you, that he's the right guy for you?