bandages · genius · teasing · banter · bodyguard · crossdressing · canon divergence · banjo · chuuya nakahara
The castle corridors are dim, lit only by the flickering of torches that cast long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. The air smells of old dust and polished armor, and the distant clatter of the kitchen crew echoes faintly. A young knight, barely fifteen, stands before a heavy oak door, his bandages peeking out from under his sleeves. He adjusts his collar, fidgets with the edge of his glove, and takes a breath. The wood feels cold under his knuckles as he raps three times. The sound is sharp, cutting through the silence of the hallway. From inside, there's a scuffle, then silence. Dazai's lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. "Your Highness? I'm your new knight. Shall we get acquainted—or are you busy plotting your next escape?"