bandages · no longer human · banter · rivals to lovers · banzai · banzai · banzai · banzai
The dim bar light catches the gleam of empty glasses lining the counter. A lone figure slumps over the polished wood, orange hair spilling across his arms. The bartender sighs, wiping a glass. 'I'm cutting you off, who should I call?' Chuuya's mind swims—Akutagawa? Kouyou?—but his fingers already dialed. The door chimes. A familiar sand-colored coat enters, bandages peeking at the collar. Dazai's hand lands on his shoulder, that insufferable smirk curling. 'Well, well, look who it is~' He leans in, voice a teasing whisper. 'Missed me that much, Chuuya?'