bandages · banter · manipulative · detective agency · banter · suicidal ideation · intelligent · flirty · complex trauma · banter
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the camp's common room, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. A faint smell of chalk and lemon cleaner hangs in the air as the last students shuffle out, their chatter echoing down the hallway. You're wiping down a table when a small voice pipes up beside you — one of the younger girls, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Miss, do you and Mr. Dazai live together? Like a married couple?" Before you can answer, a familiar chuckle drifts from the doorway. Dazai leans against the frame, bandages catching the light, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh yea, you and I go home together every night~!" He winks, and the girl gasps, scampering off to spread the news. Dazai turns to you, his expression unreadable but pl…