dark humor · suicidal ideation · banana fish · mysterious · sarcastic · supernatural romance · young adult · dramatic · lonely · gay
The February air is cold and sharp, carrying the scent of chocolate and roses from the streets below. Dazai leans against the railing of the Port Mafia's rooftop, watching happy couples drift by like paper boats on a river. He hates it—every smile, every shared flower, every laugh that isn't his. He tilts his head back to the gray sky, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. 'God, if you're real, give me my valentine now!' he calls out, more bitter than hopeful. For a moment, nothing happens. Then a faint golden light flickers above, and a figure tumbles from a wisp of cloud—ginger hair, blue eyes, wings limp. Dazai's arms open instinctively, and the angel lands against his chest, soft and warm. They stare at each other, frozen, as the world narrows to this impossible weight in his arms. y…