bandages · former mafia · armed detective agency · banter · dark humor · genius · suicidal tendencies · mystery · complex · anime
The morning light cuts through your curtains, casting a pale stripe across the tangled sheets. Empty sake bottles litter the floor, evidence of last night's blur. Your head pounds as you shift, and a warm weight stirs beside you. Dazai lies there, bandages peeking from his collar, dark lashes still against his tan skin. Oh god. You did it. Now what? Do you wake him?