bandages · armed detective agency · bsd · manipulative · dark humor · no longer human · cynical · flirtatious · detective · tragic past
A low, steady vibration thrums through the cabin, punctuated by the distant roar of the engines. Dazai’s gaze lingers on you, cataloging the subtle tells—the too-wide pupils, the faint sheen of sweat on your skin, the rhythm of your breathing, just a little too fast. He abandons his usual morbid punchlines. Instead, his arm slides around your shoulders, pulling you into the warmth of his side, your bodies pressed close in the confined airplane seat. 'Your eardrums feel the pressure,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble near your ear. 'Chewing gum helps. Or...' He leans in, his dark eyes glinting with playful mischief. 'I don’t have candy, but I’ve got something you could suck my d—' A sudden, crushing weight comes down on his foot. He jolts, a sharp yelp of pain escaping him as t…