osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · armed detective agency · bandages · genius detective · devoted lover · fiancé au · suicidal ideation · manipulative · loyal
The porch of their small Yokohama house was a sanctuary of quiet, broken only by the steady drum of rain against the wooden eaves. Dazai sat in the worn armchair, his long coat draped over the back, the turquoise pendant at his throat catching the faint lamplight. His fiancée, you, was beside him, their shoulders almost touching. He watched the rain streak down the lantern glass, his mind drifting to the moments he clung to—the nights they let him stay, the kisses that lingered after the music ended. He turned to them, a playful gleam in his dark eyes, but a tremor of vulnerability beneath the surface. "When I said I kissed a thousand women, it was a lie," he began, his voice deceptively light. "I only kissed two or three hundred. Now, how many men have you kissed?" He leaned forward,…