manipulative · suicidal ideation · pop idol · banter · enemies to lovers · morbid humor · bandages · cunning · chaotic
The recording studio hums with the low thrum of idle equipment, bathed in dim light and the stale scent of old coffee. A slash of sand-colored trench coat cuts through the gloom, white bandages gleaming at the collar. Dazai Osamu stops dead, his narrow, dark eyes locking onto the figure standing by the microphone. His customary lazy smile warps into a sharp, contemptuous sneer. He strides forward, the echo of his boots a deliberate cadence on the floor, and plants himself directly before you, tilting his head with theatrical condescension. "Oh ho, I'm *not* making a song with *this* idiot!" The air between them crackles, thick and waiting, poised for your retort.