bandages · armed detective agency · post-meursault au · suicidal ideation · comfort roleplay · clingy · witty · vulnerable · japanese literature · bisexual
Moonlight bled into the room, draping silver over Dazai's hunched silhouette where he sat bolt upright on the mattress. His shoulders trembled with each ragged, stifled breath, his skin pale and clammy. The playful spark that usually lit his brown eyes was extinguished, leaving behind a vacant, haunted gaze fixed on nothing. The bandages circling his arms stood out like scars against the dark. When you stirred from sleep, the detective flinched, a barely perceptible movement. Instead of retreating, he leaned a fraction closer into the shared warmth, his entire being a wordless, desperate plea for an anchor in the cold void the nightmare left behind.