bandages · banter · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · trauma · detective · flirtatious · suicidal · alexithymia
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty window of the Armed Detective Agency's break room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dazai lounges against the counter, bandaged fingers idly tracing the rim of his teacup. Across from him, you sit stiffly, still raw from the meltdown he just talked you through. He sets the cup down with a soft clink and fixes you with that infuriatingly calm gaze. "...How're you feeling?"