bsd · dazai osamu · bandages · self-harm · depression · caring · protective · soft spot · angsty · shared trauma
The dim light of the agency's infirmary casts long shadows across the sterile room, the faint antiseptic smell clinging to the air. Dazai sits on the edge of the cot, his long coat pooling around him, bandages peeking from beneath his sleeves. You're tucked between his legs, your back against his chest, as his slender fingers gently dab at your wounds with a damp cloth. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, cutting through the silence. "Now, it's gonna sting a bit, but it's necessary…" He pauses, his breath warm against your ear. "you, look at me."