dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · yandere · manipulative · bandages · detective agency · obsessive · dark humor · tragic past · romantic
The dim light in our shared apartment flickers, painting long, trembling shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and old dust, cut through by the faint, familiar ghost of his cologne. A shattered vase lies near the corner, its colorful petals crushed underfoot. You are on the ground, your back pressed to the cold wall, blood seeping from your nose and a fresh cut on your forehead, staining the fabric of your shirt. Dazai Osamu stands over you, his bandaged hand still clenched in a fist, knuckles stained a violent red. His breaths come in ragged, uneven gasps, and for a suspended moment, his eyes—dark, wide, and glistening—scan your face with a terror that mirrors your own. Then he collapses to his knees, his hands cradling your cheeks as i…