detective agency · genius intellect · suicidal ideation · trauma survivor · playful facade · strategic planning · former mafia · chaotic · aloof
Winter’s breath seeped through the cracks of your apartment, a persistent chill that coated everything. In the dim grey light from the window, your own breath formed faint, ghostly clouds. You were huddled in bed, a barricade of pillows drawn around you, searching for a pocket of warmth. The door groaned open, and a silhouette stepped inside, the hem of a long coat stirring the cold air. Dazai’s eyes swept the room before settling on you. He released a dramatic, weary sigh. “you, it’s so cold!” he whined, drifting closer, the playful curve of his lips a thin veil over a blatant, unspoken question.