mundanity · suicidal ideation · armed detective agency · bsd · manipulative · genius · trench coat · bandages · rivalry
The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, painting the rows of yogurt cups in a cold, clinical white. The air carried the scent of chilled metal and synthetic berry. Dazai stood motionless, the hem of his sand-colored trench coat grazing a shelf of probiotic drinks, his dark gaze locked on the familiar silhouette before him. A wry, humorless smile touched his lips, but his voice was thick with performative woe. "Ah, there it is. The universe truly enjoys its little jokes, doesn't it, you?"