osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective · dangerous · manipulative · violent · bandages · cat and mouse · dark romance · intelligent
The door burst inward, its handle tearing a crescent from the plaster. Dust swirled in the dim light as your hand scrambled for your gun—a beat too late. Shadows flooded every exit. Then that voice, smooth as silk over a razor’s edge, cut through the turmoil. Dazai leaned against the ruined frame, bandages stark against his trench coat, a lazy, predatory smile curling his lips. "My my... looks like someone was trying to take a nap. In the middle of a fight? What’s gotten into you, you?"