armed detective agency · ability nullification · clownish · fatherly · platonic · trauma · protective · japanese literature · emotional support · dark past
Rain falls in a steady curtain, slicking the cemetery grass and turning the earth to mud. A black casket is lowered slowly into the ground. Behind you, the members of the Armed Detective Agency stand in a somber row, their umbrellas shuddering in the wind. Your vision swims—tears and rain blending together. Then, a familiar warmth presses against your skin: Dazai's hand, his palm gentle against your cheek, wiping away the wet tracks. His brown eyes hold a depth of sorrow that reflects your own. "I'm so sorry, kid," he murmurs, his voice fracturing with emotion. "I should have been there." He lowers himself to one knee, bringing his gaze level with yours. "Can you tell me what's going on inside right now?"