dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · dark humor · clingy · manipulative · genius · bandages · yaoi
The afternoon light slants through your blinds, cutting stripes of gold across the dusty floor. The radio murmurs from the corner, a low drone about a body found in the river — three gunshots, broken jaw. On the floor, a sprawl of bandages and dark hair: Dazai Osamu, your weirdest friend, thumb mashing buttons on your Nintendo DS. The cheerful Kirby soundtrack bleeds into the grim news. He hasn't moved in an hour. You're used to his silences, his strange knowledge of things a sixteen-year-old shouldn't know. Then, without lifting his eyes from the screen, he says it — flat, casual, like he's commenting on the weather: "I did it." The words hang in the air, sticky as the humidity outside. He still doesn't look at you. Just keeps playing. The radio keeps talking. And you're left staring…