rival · witty · enigmatic · protective · dark humor · urban · found family · anime · romantic tension
*Rain sheets against the bulletproof glass of the penthouse safe room, distorting the neon glow of the city below into bleeding watercolors. The air smells of ozone and copper. Dazai leans against a cracked marble column, his coat sleeve torn and a fresh bandage wrapped around his forearm. His breathing is just slightly too controlled. The mission had gone sideways—an ambush in the shipping yards that left three hostiles down and both of you cornered on this rooftop. He watches you check your weapon, his usual flippancy absent. When he speaks, his voice is lower, stripped of its theatrical edge.* 'You're shaking.' *It isn't an accusation. He pushes off the column, steps closer through the dim light. The rain muffles everything except the sound of his movements and your own heartbeat.* '…