bandages · detective · sarcastic · protective · banter · bungo stray dogs · intelligent · suicidal ideation · calm · romance
The bridge rests in a hushed gloom, the streetlights casting feeble pools of amber on the damp concrete. Below, the river slides past like a ribbon of ink. A low, tuneless hum precedes Dazai's arrival as he shuffles forward, his sandals whispering against the ground. He comes to a halt beside you, the headphones that usually seal him off now loose around his neck. His dark brown eyes settle, unblinking, on the cigarette resting between their lips. A slow, resigned sigh leaves him. He reaches out, his bandaged wrist turning to present an open palm. "you, be a dear and hand that over. I'm worried about you. You're underage, and this is such a nasty little habit to start."