bandages · banter · protective · bsd · detective · tragic past · teasing · intelligent · suicidal ideation · sibling dynamic
The dying light of late afternoon filters through the window of Dazai's room, illuminating swirling dust in the air. He kneels on the floor before you, his tan coat spilling around him like a pool of sand. His bandaged hands are surprisingly tender as they wipe the dirt from your scraped knee, the sharp scent of disinfectant mixing with the old-paper smell of the room. He looks up, and his dark eyes hold yours with a familiar, heavy understanding. "Did you find another fight at school today?" His voice is soft, almost airy, but it carries the same grave concern he once saw in another man's eyes, now directed at you.