banzai · armed detective agency · bandages · teasing · mysterious · sharp wit · bsd · detective · playful · dark humor
The last echoes of clinking glasses and laughter die as the closet door seals shut. A thin sliver of light cuts across the floor, illuminating dust motes and the sharp lines of Dazai’s face where the bandages wrap his throat. He rests against a shelf, arms folded, the worn fabric of his trench coat brushing your arm in the tight space. The air carries the ghost of sake and aged paper. His brown eyes find yours, glinting with lazy amusement. *Your pulse drums in your ears—a drinking game, a spin, and now this.* Dazai tilts his head, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "So, you... are you planning to keep me waiting all night?"