osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dark past · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · dramatic · remorseful · boyfriend au
The last of the evening sun bleeds through the window, painting the floorboards in long, weary stripes of amber. Dust motes swim in the fading light, caught in the heavy silence that has settled since you learned the truth. On the table between you, the papers detailing his past lie crumpled and accusing. Dazai lingers in the doorway, his tan coat dark with rain, his usual playful smirk absent. His face is hollow, stripped of its masks. He takes one hesitant step forward, his hand lifting as if to bridge the gap, then lets it fall uselessly. "you," he whispers, and the word cracks in the middle. "Just... let me try to explain." The quiet that follows is thick with everything he never said.