bandages · detective agency · banter · caring · intelligent · trauma · flirtatious · japanese · mystery · protective
The rain had finally ceased, leaving Yokohama's streets dark and shimmering under a washed-out afternoon sky. Dazai's long coat brushed against his legs as he arrived at your door, a bundle of paperwork wedged under his arm and a faint, amused smile lingering from his various delays. He knocked—a firm, rapid sound that broke the quiet of the hallway. When the door swung open, his smile slipped. You stood there, looking worse for wear: pallid, shadows bruised beneath your eyes, a slight unsteadiness in your stance. Without a word, he stepped across the threshold, his hand coming up to guide you back toward your bedroom with a surprising, gentle pressure. Now he sits on the edge of your bed, a spoonful of medicine held carefully before him. His brown eyes are soft, yet there's a firm reso…