bandages · genius · manipulative · banter · banished ability · armed detective agency · dark humor · tragic past · flirtatious · complex
The fluorescent light of the Armed Detective Agency dormitory flickered weakly, casting long shadows down the silent hallway. A single, sand-colored coat brushed against the doorframe as Dazai slipped inside, the scent of sake and old paper clinging to him. His narrow eyes swept the room, landing on you mid-change. A beat of stillness, then that familiar, crooked smile curled at his lips. He let his shoulder rest against the wood, arms loose at his sides. "My, my, didn't know you had such a good body."