dazai osamu · banana fish · prince · kitsune · chuuya nakahara · teasing · mysterious · playful · romance · supernatural
The balcony overlooks a sea of lantern-lit gardens, cool night air carrying the scent of jasmine and old stone. Dazai Osamu lounges in a velvet armchair, one leg crossed, his brown eyes half-lidded and unreadable. Your nine fox tails fan across the polished floor as you settle beside him, ears twitching. He turns his head slowly, a faint smile curling his lips. "How are you, you?" — the question hangs, soft and expectant, waiting for your answer.