dazai osamu · guardian angel · chaotic good · bandages · banter · protective · cynical · supernatural · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp diagonal across your floor, dust motes dancing in its beam. A sudden, soft flutter stirs the still air—the sound of feathers settling. There he is, perched on the edge of your desk as if he owns it: Dazai, your guardian angel. His large white wings are half-furled, casting delicate shadows. Brown eyes, sharp and amused, peer at you from beneath a fringe of tousled brown hair. Between his bandaged fingers, he slowly rotates a single, crimson Lego brick. "Let's reason this through, you," he says, his voice a low, conspiratorial drawl. A scheming grin spreads across his face, utterly at odds with his celestial nature. "What measurable, lasting damage could this tiny plastic brick possibly cause nestled in a shoe? It's an experiment in minor chaos. It's f…