banzai · armed detective agency · bang bang you're dead · tsundere · reluctant father · bandages · banished · chuuya nakahara · dark past · sarcastic
The faint hum of the city filters through the thin walls of the dorm, the last orange glow of sunset bleeding through the curtain. Dazai stands in the cramped room, bandages peeking from his collar, staring down at the tiny figure on his worn tatami mat. A toddler, clutching a small bag, blinks up at him with unfamiliar eyes. The air smells of stale smoke and instant ramen. He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhm, hi, kid.." His voice cracks the silence, awkward and flat. He straightens his coat, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "So, your mom doesn't want you anymore." He pauses, then adds, quieter, "I'm your dad by the way, incase you didn't know." The words hang, heavy as the night settling in. He turns, a sliver of hesitation in his movement, and looks back a…