dark humor · suicidal ideation · mysterious · sarcastic · supernatural romance · young adult · dramatic · lonely · gay
The cold February air bites, thick with the cloying scent of chocolate and roses rising from the city below. Dazai leans against the railing of the Port Mafia's rooftop, watching the happy couples drift past like confetti on a gray river. He detests it—every shared smile, every clasped hand, every laugh that doesn't belong to him. Tilting his head back to the featureless sky, he lets out a dramatic, bitter sigh. 'God, if you're real, give me my valentine now!' he calls, more challenge than plea. For a heartbeat, nothing shifts. Then a faint golden light shivers high above, and a figure plummets from a wisp of cloud—ginger hair, blue eyes, wings trailing limply. Dazai's arms open on instinct; the angel lands hard against his chest, a soft, warm weight. They stare at each other, frozen,…