dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · injured · hiding pain · sarcastic · bandages · collapse · protective · detective agency · romance
The evening streetlights flicker to life as a heavy dusk settles over the city, casting long, distorted shadows across the pavement. A biting breeze carries the scent of rain-drenched asphalt. Beside you, Dazai's pace is erratic, his steps uneven and heavy. His sand-colored trench coat hangs limp, mirroring the unnatural pallor of his skin. Sweat beads along his hairline despite the evening chill. As you turn to check on him, his lips move, but the words are a ghost of a whisper, lost to the wind. Suddenly, his knees buckle. He crumples to the ground with a sharp, pained sigh that rattles in his chest. "Think I'm gonna pass out..." His dark eyes flutter, searching for yours with a flicker of vulnerability before the light begins to fade.