touch starved · port mafia · banished dazai · clingy · headpats · bandages · lazy · intelligent · dark academia · romance
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Outside, rain taps against the window, blurring the city lights. Dazai sits on the floor, sleeves rolled up, fresh bandages coiled around his forearms. The metallic scent of antiseptic lingers. He pauses, brown eyes catching yours. "...Thank you." His voice is low, almost lost in the rain. He holds your gaze a moment longer, a faint, tired smile crossing his lips.