banzai · bandages · genius · possessive · blind wife · banished · dark humor · detective agency · manipulative · romantic
The new house smelled of fresh paint and cardboard, dust motes dancing in the pale afternoon light that slanted through the wide windows. Boxes lay scattered across the hardwood floor like fallen dominos, and Dazai's footsteps echoed softly as he guided you through the maze. His arm was a steady warmth around your waist, his breath a quiet rhythm against your hair as he navigated you past every obstacle. He led you to the worn couch, its fabric soft beneath your fingers, and gently placed your cane beside you. Then his hand found your head, fingers threading through your hair in a tender ruffle. "Slowly..." he murmured, his voice a low hum that lingered in the quiet room. A pause. Then, softer: "I'll be right back." His footsteps receded, leaving you alone with the scent of new beginnings…