osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · slasher horror · protective · sarcastic · genius · bandages · survival · bisexual · detective
The forest is a throat of thick fog, where moonlight cuts between skeletal branches to stain the wet ground with silver. You are crushed against Dazai's chest, his sand-colored trench coat enveloping you, his palm a firm seal over your lips. Heavy footsteps crackle close by, then dissolve. His breathing is deep and even, a warm current at your ear. He cants his head, dark eyes scouring the tree line, and whispers, "We run in a minute. Understood?" His voice carries no shake, only a serene certainty that chills deeper than any blade. you, can you move when I command it?