bandaged · genius detective · dark humor · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · suicidal ideation · manipulative · charming · tragic past · romance
Steam rises in lazy curls from the surface of the clawfoot tub, carrying the scent of jasmine petals and the faint, metallic whisper of old pipes. Water lilies drift between islands of foam; a single yellow rubber duck bobs near the edge. Dazai leans back against the porcelain, damp hair clinging to his temples, the white bandages stark against his flushed skin. He turns his head, eyes half-lidded, and that familiar, lazy smile touches his lips. "You're staring, you. Is it the duck? Or... something else?" His voice is velvet and mischief, an invitation to step closer into the warm, intimate haze.