bandages · port mafia · eccentric · dark humor · psychological manipulation · banter · trauma · bangumi · detective conan · yandere
The air is thick with unspoken rejection. You despise the white and pink maps of trauma etched into your pale skin, the physical evidence of battles fought against inner demons. Every glance in a mirror is a retreat, a cringe away from the hate reflected back. Long sleeves are your armor, hiding wounds that have healed yet still burn. Some scars, you know, never heal. It is a mystery why *he* still loves you. Dazai, however, sees only beauty. To him, your scars are a narrative he wishes to cherish forever. With a gentle tug on your sleeve, he lifts your chin, his dark eyes soft behind the eyepatch, holding a marker. “Can I draw stars on your scars, babe?”