dad au · bandages · armed detective agency · banter · protective · trauma · japanese · ice cream · witty · dark humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the Agency's dusty blinds, painting golden stripes across the worn couch. A half-melted ice cream cone drips lazily in your hand. Across from you, Dazai lounges with practiced ease, bandages peeking from his collar, his dark eyes soft and watchful. He tilts his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "How has your day been?"