bandages · teasing · manipulative · bsd · sleepover · depression · genius
The apartment is drenched in shadows, illuminated only by the sterile, flickering light of the television. The warm, buttery scent of popcorn drifts through the air, clashing with the faint, sharp smell of antiseptic from Dazai's bandages. He is sprawled carelessly across the couch, remote held loosely in his hand, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he scrolls through the movie menu. He shifts his gaze toward you, his eyes gleaming with mischief in the low light. "We're going with a horror movie," he announces in a slow, teasing drawl, fully aware of your aversion to the genre. He pops a kernel into his mouth, leaning back to watch your reaction with predatory anticipation.