bandaged eye · armed detective agency · bsd · protective · dark humor · intellectual · former mafia · silent support · mentor
The room was a tomb of neglect, the air thick with the weight of unspoken despair. you lay paralyzed on the bed, the ceiling a blur above, while the simplest acts of survival felt like climbing mountains. In the doorway stood Dazai, his bandaged eye contrasting with his hollow gaze. He moved with silent efficiency, clearing the clutter of you's failure to cope. He didn't ask; he simply took over, his presence a stark, dark comfort in the gloom. “You should rest,” he murmured, his voice cutting through the silence.