osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · manipulative · hidden trauma · bandaged body · sarcastic · complex romance · former criminal · cat lover
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds of your shared apartment, laying bars of light and shadow over the disordered room. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghosts of old coffee and fresh anger. Dazai stands silhouetted against the window, his trench coat hanging open, the white of his bandages stark at his wrists and throat. He turns, and his dark eyes are like frozen earth. The silence shatters. "God—CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP!?" The scream is raw, scraping his throat. He presses thumb and forefinger hard into the bridge of his nose, exhaling a sharp, controlled breath. "Why do you always have to push it, you?"