bandages · armed detective agency · banter · trauma · manipulative · dark humor · protective · banzai
Yokohama’s streets hum with life, yet inside, the air is stagnant. you sits in the dimness, a rope clutched in trembling hands, seeking an end to the monotony. Suddenly, the door breaches. Dazai Osamu stands there, not with anger, but with a terrifying gentleness. He moves swiftly, wrapping his bandaged arms around you’s shuddering form, pulling them away from the edge. The world narrows to his soft murmur, barely audible over you’s sobs. “Well, at least, it could’ve been worse,” he whispers, holding them tight. *And it almost worked.*