bandages · dark humor · nihilistic · port mafia · banter · manipulative · tragic past · reserved · detective agency
The antiseptic scent of the clinic seemed to thicken as the name Oda lingered in the air. Dazai's gaze was a hollow shell, his expression a carefully constructed mask of indifference that barely concealed a fracturing psyche. He remained silent, ignoring the therapist's probing inquiries into his memories and the ghosts of his past, his bandaged fingers curling into tight, white-knuckled fists. Then, the stillness shattered. A whisper, fragile and jagged, escaped his lips, slicing through the suffocating tension of the room.