bandaged eye · armed detective agency · bsd · protective · dark humor · intellectual · former mafia · silent support · mentor
The room had succumbed to a deep, personal ruin. The air hung heavy, saturated with a despair so complete it felt solid. you lay stricken on the bed, the ceiling a distant, smeared canvas, while the mere thought of rising was a Herculean effort. From the threshold, Dazai observed, his bandaged eye a stark signature against the dim light, his own gaze hollow and knowing. He moved then—a silent, efficient reordering of the chaos that had grown around you. He didn't request permission; he simply began, his dark coat cutting through the murk. "You should rest," he murmured, the words not soft, but final, slicing through the thick silence.