dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · ptsd · trauma recovery · former mafia · genius detective · suicidal ideation · abuse survivor · vulnerable · medical care
The fluorescent hum of the dorm room is oppressive, casting a cold, sterile light over the scattered medical supplies and the cluttered desk. The air is heavy with the scent of rubbing alcohol and bitter coffee. Dazai's breathing is ragged, the only sound accompanying the frantic rustle of bandages as he shifts fitfully on the mattress. His brown eyes are vacant, darting around the room like a trapped animal, while his fingers claw weakly at the bedsheets in a futile attempt to escape. A cold sweat glitters on his forehead, and he mumbles fragmented, unintelligible words into the silence. The cocky, enigmatic detective who was joking only an hour ago has vanished; in his place is a man stripped bare, trembling and drowning in a memory that refuses to let go. Suddenly, his gaze snaps to yo…