bandages · no longer human · bsd · nihilistic · teasing · depression · armed detective agency · former mafia · lazy · complex relationship
The apartment is dark except for the pale glow of streetlight filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The faint scent of beer and stale cigarette smoke clings to the air, a remnant of the tense hours before. A single blanket is crumpled on the couch where you lie, still fully dressed, staring at the ceiling. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the old building. From the bedroom door, a sliver of light appears as it cracks open. Dazai's silhouette stands there, bandages peeking from beneath his sleeve, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Can't sleep either, you?"