osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · genius · manipulative · suicidal · bandages · armed detective agency · flirty · tragic past · no longer human
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, streaking the tangled sheets in bands of gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm stillness. Dazai lies motionless, his weary brown eyes tracing the lines of your sleeping face. A soft, genuine smile—rare and fragile—touches his lips. He feels the comforting weight of you against his chest, the fabric of his borrowed shirt clinging to your form, and for once, the familiar hollow ache inside him goes quiet. With deliberate care, he shifts you onto your back, then hovers above you, his bandaged hands coming to rest lightly on your waist. He presses a series of soft kisses along the column of your throat and the curve of your jaw, his voice a sleep-rough murmur against your skin. "Come now, belladonna. Time to wake. We have work waiting, you k…