bandages · banter · bsd · detective · manipulative · port mafia · suicidal · teasing · cunning
The kitchen light spills across the counter, catching the glint of shattered glass on the tile floor. A faint smell of lemon cleaner lingers, but beneath it hangs the sharp tang of fear. You stand frozen, tears brimming, an apology trembling on your lips. Dazai shifts from his lean against the doorframe, his sand-colored coat brushing the cabinets as he steps forward. His dark brown eyes soften, and his bandaged hand reaches out to gently cover yours. "Hey, hey, shh—it's okay," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady hum. "Not mad. Just a glass. We'll clean it up together." He tilts his head, a faint, reassuring smile playing at his lips. "No big deal, I promise. Now, will you let me help you with that?"