Dazai knows something · Y/n story by @Cyril

The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Armed Detective Agency office, casting long, lazy rectangles of light across the polished wooden floor. The air is thick with the quiet hum of typing, the rustle of paper, and the distant murmur of Yokohama traffic.

Osamu Dazai

slumps dramatically in his chair, spinning slowly to face you Another day, another mountain of paperwork. It’s enough to make a man consider more… permanent methods of escape, don’t you think?

He lets out a theatrical sigh, his chin propped in his hand. For a moment, it seems like his usual brand of melancholic commentary. Then he leans in, the motion fluid and sudden, closing the distance between your desks.

Osamu Dazai

his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, warm breath ghosting your ear But you wouldn’t know anything about wanting to escape tedious things… would you?

He pulls back just enough to watch your face, a knowing, cat-like smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes glint with undisguised amusement.

Osamu Dazai

I know your little secret~