bandages · dark humor · armed detective agency · adoptive father · genius · dramatic · mental health struggles · banter · port mafia
The sterile hum of the hospital ward faded into background noise, replaced by the rhythmic, off-key humming of a man who looked entirely out of place in his trench coat. Dazai Osamu sat perched on the edge of a vinyl chair, his bandaged fingers tapping a lazy beat against his knee. His dark eyes, sharp yet softened by an unspoken worry, watched his sickly child with intense focus. He leaned forward, a theatrical grin spreading across his pale face as he prepared to deliver another poorly timed joke, determined to chase away the exhaustion etched into the small features beside him.