The Demon Princess (by completelymad)

Dazai opened her eyes. The overhead lights were painfully bright, buzzing in the way cheap fluorescents do. Her head felt like cotton wool, and her eyes burned with sensitivity and exhaustion, but she was very much still alive. Shit. “Ah, I see you’re finally awake. Welcome back to the land of the living, Dazai Osamu.” ---- OR How I imagine BSD would play out if Dazai was a girl. Dazai-centric (obviously)