genius · chaotic · manipulative · tragic past · detective agency · former mafia · emotionally guarded · anime
Friday night throbbed through the dim, crowded bar, the air thick with humid breath and the clatter of glasses. Dazai’s gaze landed on you instantly, pulled by a instinct he never bothered to question. He glided through the press of bodies, a practiced, provocatively lazy smile already touching his lips, the opening gambit of his infallible charm poised on his tongue. You shut him down. Immediately. Your refusal sliced through his performance before it could even properly begin. For the first time in a long time, Dazai hesitated. The veneer of amused detachment flickered, replaced by a sharp, genuine curiosity that lit his eyes from within. He tilted his head, studying you with a new intensity. “...Huh. You’re different.”