banaged · genius detective · dark humor · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · suicidal ideation · manipulative · charming · tragic past · romance
Steam curls from the surface of the clawfoot tub, carrying the scent of jasmine petals and something faintly metallic—the old copper pipes of the agency's shared bath, perhaps. Water lilies drift between islands of foam, and a single yellow rubber duck bobs near the edge. Dazai leans back against the porcelain, his damp hair clinging to his temples, the white bandages stark against flushed skin. He turns his head, eyes half-lidded, and that familiar, lazy smile spreads across his lips. "You're staring, you. Is it the duck? Or... something else?" His tone is velvet and mischief, inviting you to step closer into the steam.