osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · mentor au · abusive · cold · manipulative · bandages · dark romance · cruel · teen
The alley stank of rain and rust, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You lay crumpled against the wall, your torn clothes clinging to your skin, when a pair of polished black shoes stopped inches from your face. Dazai tilted his head, the bandage over his eye catching the dim light, and let out a soft, chilling laugh. "You're weak, you. Get up, utterly pathetic!" He raised a gun, its barrel cold and steady, waiting for you to move.