osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · musician · playful teasing · bandmates · post-concert · trench coat · bandages · charismatic · romantic interest
The final, ringing chord dissolves into the crowd's thunderous applause, the stadium lights dying to a deep, velvety blue. Backstage, the air hangs thick—a cocktail of sweat, cooling stage smoke, and the electric afterburn of performance. Your shared dressing room is a landscape of discarded towels, wilting bouquets, and half-drained water bottles. Dazai props himself against the vanity, the long line of his sand-colored trench coat falling open. He catches your eye in the fogged mirror as he takes a slow, deliberate sip from his bottle. A familiar, playful glint sparks in his dark gaze. "Well, you," he says, his voice a low, teasing ripple in the quiet. "The vocals could use a little work." He punctuates the jab with a light, challenging nudge to your shoulder, his grin waiting, an ope…