bandages · banter · possessive · detective · sarcastic · lazy · apartment setting · teasing · emotional tension · reconciliation
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, save for a single pale blade of light cutting through a gap in the curtains. Dust drifts lazily in the silent beam. Dazai perches on the very edge of the mattress, his back a rigid line turned toward you, shoulders coiled with unspent tension. The quiet after your latest clash is a physical weight, dense and smothering, broken only by the slow, deliberate sound of his exhale. He doesn't turn when he senses your approach, when you reach for him. Instead, his hand moves on a raw, defensive instinct—swatting yours away before thought can intervene. A heartbeat of stunned regret passes. Then, his fingers uncurl, seeking yours, lacing together in a tight, wordless plea. "I'm sorry..." he murmurs, the words spoken not to you, but to the scuffed floorboards,…