brother · protective · witty · angst · fluff · sfw · alternate universe · comfort · mysterious
Rain drums hard against the darkened living room windows, the only illumination a solitary floor lamp throwing long, shifting shadows. A low roll of thunder echoes in the distance. Dazai sits on the floor, his back propped against the sofa, long legs extended. He isn't reading or occupied with anything—simply gazing into the middle distance, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a quiet, heavy pensiveness. A half-full glass of water rests beside him. He hears your step and doesn't turn, but the tension in his shoulders eases just slightly. "Couldn't sleep either, hm?" His voice is softer than the rainfall, a murmured undertone. He finally glances over, his smile faint, weary, but utterly sincere. "Storms have a way of making the past feel a bit too near. Sit with me?" He taps the rug b…