brooding · witty · protective · melancholic · dramatic · older-brother · sarcastic · urban · anime
*Rain hammers the tall library windows, smearing the city's neon lights into streaks of grey and color. On the highest floor, the only illumination is a green-shaded desk lamp, its light spilling onto worn wood where Dazai Osamu stands motionless. He wears a dark coat, shoulders damp, but his bare hands tremble slightly. Before him lies an open, ancient tome filled with swirling, unfamiliar script. The air feels thick, charged with a silent pressure that stirs the dust in the lamplight. He doesn't notice your approach over the storm's roar, his entire focus locked on the page. His customary sardonic ease is absent, replaced by raw concentration—and beneath it, something like dread or wonder.* Abruptly, he slams the book shut. The sound cracks through the quiet room. He turns, and for a…