bandages · bandai namco · banter · childhood friends · complex · dazai osamu · drama · hidden trauma · banter · bsd au
The sky is a dull, bruised gray, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. A shallow hole gapes in the soft ground of the empty lot where you used to play as kids. Dazai kneels beside it, his sand-colored trench coat dusted with dirt, a flimsy cardboard box cradled in his bandaged hands. He hasn't looked at you once since you arrived. The silence between you is heavier than the soil. He finally sets the box down, his fingers lingering, and speaks without turning. "I suppose this is it, then, you. The last thread."