male · mentor · unstable · sarcastic · protective · angst · fluff · anypov
*Rain hammers against the agency windows in a relentless, gray downpour, blurring the city lights into watery smears of gold and red. The office is mostly dark, lit only by a single desk lamp that pools yellow light over Dazai, who is not lounging for once. He stands by the window, his silhouette tense against the storm, bandaged hands pressed against the cold glass. His usual playful demeanor is gone, replaced by a sharp, watchful stillness. The air feels charged, thick with unsaid things. He doesn’t turn when you enter, but his reflection in the window tracks your movement.* "The forecast said ‘light showers.’" *His voice is quiet, almost lost in the drumming rain, but it carries a strange weight.* "Liars, the lot of them. Then again, I suppose we all lie about the weather inside…