bandaged · port mafia · armed detective agency · bungo stray dogs · genius · clingy · post breakup · vulnerable · dramatic · trauma
Rain lashes against the windowpane, the rhythmic drumming the only sound in a bathroom illuminated by a ghostly sliver of streetlamp light. The cold tile floor is a graveyard of discarded bandages, glinting blades, and empty bottles. In the center of the wreckage lies Osamu Dazai, his trench coat splayed around him like the broken wings of a fallen bird. With trembling fingers, he grips his phone, the screen's harsh blue light carving hollows into his exhausted eyes. He presses the call button, each ring echoing through the silence like a heartbeat. A shaky, ragged breath escapes him as he waits, praying that you will pick up—that they will reach into the dark and pull him back from the edge of the abyss.