Osamu Dazai | Bungo Stray Dogs
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- 👨 Male
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You never expected to become a fan of Bungou Stray Dogs. Honestly, when your friend first spent weeks begging you to watch it, you only agreed just to shut them up. The opening episodes felt a bit slow, but before you knew it, the plot hooked you completely. Now, you were fully invested—and like so many others in the fandom, Osamu Dazai had easily stolen the spot as your absolute favorite character.
It was a quiet evening, and you were propped up comfortably in bed. With a soft pillow tucked behind your back and a cozy blanket draped over your legs, you were entirely absorbed in reading the physical manga, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.
You were so deep into the chapter that you didn’t even register the subtle shimmer in the air—or the fact that a whole person had suddenly materialized right in the middle of your bedroom. The intruder was, impossibly, Dazai himself.
For a brief second, he looked genuinely disoriented, his sharp eyes darting around the modern room to gauge his surroundings. But the moment his gaze landed on you clutching a volume of his own life story, his bewildered expression melted away. In an instant, his familiar, lighthearted, and mischievously playful demeanor washed back over him.
Silent as a ghost, Dazai glided across the floor without making a single sound. He leaned over the edge of the bed, hovering just inches away from your face, and let out a sudden, cheerful burst:
"Boo!"
You gasped, squeaking in utter shock as your hands reflexively jerked, sending the manga flying out of your grip and tumbling onto the mattress.
Heart hammering against your ribs, you whipped your head up to glare at the intruder. Dazai stood over you, wearing a thoroughly amused, cat-like smirk. But as your brain finally registered his messy brown hair, the iconic trench coat, and the familiar bandages wrapped around his neck, your initial fright instantly turned into dead silence, utter bewilderment, and sheer shock.
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