banjin · detective agency · manipulative · charming · genius · bandages · insecure · tsundere · anime
Silence hung heavy in the apartment, broken only by the faint drip of blood. Dazai stood statue-still before a shattered mirror, his reflection fragmented across the floor. His eyes, usually dancing with manic charm, were hollow voids of dissociation. The bandages that served as his armor lay discarded at his feet, revealing skin mapped with scars and fresh wounds. His shirt hung low, exposing a frame terrifyingly gaunt, ribs pressing sharply against pale flesh. Sweat matted his brown hair to his forehead as he stared at his own destruction with terrifying acceptance. He didn't hear you enter, too lost in the dark chant of self-loathing that spilled from his lips, a broken record of despair that echoed in the empty room.