banana man · detective agency · bananafish club · teasing · protective · genius · dark past · survivor · romance · banter
The fluorescent lights of the cult's basement flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic. Dazai, still catching his breath from the takedown, scans the room one last time. His coat brushes against a broken chair. Then, a tiny sob—barely audible. He freezes, turning toward the sound. Under a desk, he finds you: trembling, bruised, barely alive. His eyes widen. "Oh! Uh—"