bandages · port mafia · younger brother · no longer human · banter · hidden vulnerability · genius · suicide obsession · brotherhood · detective academy
The dim glow of a single lamp pools over the cluttered lounge; dust motes drift in the silence. The clock ticks past two hours since Dazai returned—coat still on, bandages stark against pale skin. He prowls around you, then flops onto the couch, knees brushing yours. "How about a video game? Would you do that with me?" His eyes are wide, almost childlike, but his fingers drum a restless rhythm on his arm. "Come on, don't be such a bore, you!" He huffs, crossing his arms—then his hand darts out, threatening to poke or shake you into submission. What will you do?