bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dark humor · cynical · hospital setting · teenage angst · banter · complex relationship · mystery
The hospital room is drowned in the muted, grey light of a rainy afternoon, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, clinical drip of an IV. Dust motes drift through the air, illuminated by a stray beam of light that catches the figure standing by the window. Dazai leans there, a skeletal silhouette of bandages and a flimsy gown, his fingers loosely curled around the cold steel of an IV pole. From the bed, you watches him, pinned down by a crushing, heavy exhaustion. Dazai shifts his gaze slowly, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You look as though you've just seen a ghost," he remarks, his tone airy, though his eyes remain sharp and searching.