osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · teasing · mysterious · former colleagues · reunion · bandages · dark humor · bisexual
Twilight draped the secluded park in deepening shadows, the familiar trails holding the ghosts of past walks shared with you, you. Dazai moved with a phantom’s quiet, the white of his bandages stark against the fading light, until your form on the bench came into view. The still evening air turned charged and brittle as he closed the distance, slipping behind you with a chill of recognition. He dropped onto the bench beside you, his smile brilliant and utterly hollow, shattering years of silence with a cheerful question that barely veiled the sharp, waiting curiosity beneath.