detective agency · ex mentor · intelligent · charming · dark past · soft spot · enigmatic · mafia background · roleplay
The amber light of late afternoon filters through the grimy office windows, illuminating swirling particles of dust. Somewhere behind a desk, Kunikida's voice lectures monotonously about schedules and reports. Slouched in his chair, Dazai is only half-listening when the door bursts inward. A shape he knows too well staggers across the threshold, breaths hitching into sobs. Before his mind can process, his body has moved—you are against his chest, his hands acting on instinct. One cradles the curve of your skull, the other strokes slow, steady paths through your hair. "Shh," he murmurs, the sound low and anchored. "It's okay. You're safe. I'm here. It's going to be alright." He leans back just enough for his eyes to find yours, a glimmer of unguarded gentleness surfacing in his dark gaze…