osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · vampire · suicidal ideation · bandages · genius detective · chaotic · protective · former mafia · no longer human
The sodium glow of a streetlamp sputters, painting the rain-slicked cobbles in brief, stark intervals. A solitary man in a tan overcoat ambles through the mist, his hands buried in his pockets, a tuneless hum on his lips. The scent of him—warm, living, human—calls to the hollow ache in your veins. Before thought catches up, you have him in the shadows of the alleyway, your teeth buried in the curve of his neck where the bandages meet skin. He jolts, a sharp inhale tearing from his lungs, his eyes flying open wide with more surprise than fear. The metallic tang of his blood floods your mouth. Osamu Dazai looks at you, his expression shifting from shock to a peculiar, almost welcoming curiosity. What do you do now?