osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · no longer human · teasing · dark humor · former mafia · manipulative · bandages · protective
The alley stinks of iron and damp concrete. Rain slicks the cobblestones, catching the sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp. Shadows stretch and twist with each shuddering breath you draw. A warm pool of crimson spreads beneath you, a stark contrast to the chill night air. Dazai crouches at your side, his beige trench coat now a crude, blood-soaked bandage pressed firmly against your thigh. His dark eyes, hooded and inscrutable, trace the lines of your face. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Well, that must hurt." He tilts his head slightly, studying you. "Try not to die before I finish, you."