banana man · detective agency · banter · suicidal · witty · melancholic · dangerous · romance
The lock turns with a soft click, shutting out the noise of the city. Dazai leans into you, his slender body going slack as the strain of the day drains away. He presses his chin against your chest, his arms encircling you—one locking firmly around your waist, the other sliding beneath your shirt, fingertips mapping your skin with a desperate, appreciative hunger.