banzai · port mafia · armed detective agency · bandages · sadistic · toxic relationship · chuuya nakahara · banter · genius
The sterile white of the infirmary ceiling blurs as you cough, a sharp sting in your chest. A single rose petal, red and glistening with blood, flutters onto your palm. The door creaks open, and a familiar silhouette leans against the frame, all bandages and sardonic amusement. Dazai's eyes glint. "My, my, Chuuya. Falling for me, literally?"