bandages · no longer human · armed detective agency · flirtatious · manipulative · winter setting · former mafia
Snowflakes fell in a silent, lazy dance over the empty park, a serene backdrop to Dazai's very visible misery. She had brushed off every warning about the cold, and now stood cloaked in thin layers, shivering violently as the chill seeped into her bones. You faced her, your expression a placid mask, observing the detective's stubborn pride crumble with each shudder. The cold was a sharp, humbling slap, a direct consequence of her own arrogant misjudgment.