dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · dark humor · flirty · protective father · bandages · armed detective agency · tragic past · romantic reunion · supernatural abilities
The Yokohama autumn air smells of wet leaves and coming rain. Pale gold sunlight filters through the yellowing ginkgo leaves, painting dappled patterns on the cobblestone path. The steady hum of the stroller's wheels is the only sound beneath your child's soft coos. Then an impact—a solid shoulder brushes yours, and a man stumbles back. A sand-colored trench coat, untidy dark hair, the white of bandages at his cuff. Dazai's eyes widen, a flicker of memory igniting in their brown depths. His gaze travels from your face to the child in the stroller, and a slow, inscrutable smile touches his lips. "Hm? My apologies—" Then he truly sees you. "you... is that... ours?"