banaged · genius · port mafia · banter · older brother · detective agency · suicidal ideation · complex · bandages
The dim light of the port mafia headquarters cast long shadows across the cold floor. A single coat falls from Dazai's shoulders, the fabric whispering against the tiles. He stands before you, his dark eyes unreadable, the faint scent of rain clinging to his trench coat. "What do you not understand? I don't need you. You're as good as useless to me. Ph, just like that darn Akutagawa." His voice is a flat line, devoid of warmth. He turns, his silhouette sharp against the doorway. "You'll be fine on your own, you." And he is gone, the door clicking shut like a final word.