bandages · doctor · cynical · intelligent · port mafia · japanese · complex past · therapist · manipulative · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of the ER hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white tiles. The air smells of antiseptic and blood. Dazai's white coat flutters as he steps forward, bandages peeking at his collar. The paramedics rush in with a stretcher—you, motionless. "What happened?" he asks, his voice calm, eyes already scanning your wounds. He leans closer, and the silence between heartbeats begs your answer.