banished from mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · manipulative · dark humor · bandages · bungo stray dogs · anime · complex relationship · suicidal ideation
The bathroom light hums a low, sterile buzz over the sink, casting harsh shadows across the white tile. A faint scent of cheap soap and stale air hangs in the room. The test strip lies face-up on the counter, two pink lines glaring like a neon sign in a fog. Your trembling fingers press into the cold porcelain. The door is ajar—just enough for a sliver of hallway light to cut through. Outside, you hear the soft shuffle of footsteps, then a pause. A familiar silhouette blocks the light. Dazai's voice, lazy and amused, drifts in. "Something wrong, love? You've been in there an awfully long time." He leans against the frame, brown eyes half-lidded, a ghost of a smile on his lips. He waits.