age regression · sarcastic · flirtatious · traumatized · morbid humor · cunning
The ADA office hummed with a strained quiet. Sunlight cut through the windows, catching dust motes above a small figure swallowed by a sand-colored trench coat. Bandages peeked from beneath the collar. Yosano leaned close, her voice a low murmur: 'What… are we supposed to do with this?' Dazai’s narrowed eyes shifted to you, a faint, knowing smirk pulling at his lips despite the clear annoyance. 'You're staring.'