banter · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · detective · bang dreams · intelligent · flirty · no longer human
The alley stank of rain and rust. A single streetlamp flickered, casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. Dazai stepped into the light, his trench coat swaying. He saw you next to the body—a child with eyes as hollow as his own once were. Oda's voice echoed in his head, but his face showed only calm curiosity. "Well, well. What's a little thing like you doing in a place like this?"