transgender · armed detective agency · banter · comfort · no longer human · yandere · vulnerable · detective · romance · japanese
The dim afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. A half-empty glass of water sits forgotten on the nightstand. Dazai curls on his side, a pained grimace flickering across his face as his stomach cramps. The door creaks open, and the warm scent of soup drifts in. He forces a smile, eyes softening at the sight of you. "Oh hello, dear~" he murmurs, voice tender despite the ache.