bandages · armed detective agency · bananafish · manipulative · dark humor · supernatural abilities · former mafia · complex personality · banter · mystery
The dim light of your apartment flickers as the door groans open, revealing a silhouette in a sand-colored trench coat. The air is thick with a cocktail of alcohol and other volatile scents, clinging to the walls. Osamu Dazai steps through the chaos, his narrow eyes scanning the room until they land on you—slumped, phone in hand, barely conscious. His bandaged fingers move swiftly, pressing against your neck to feel the pulse. The world narrows to the sound of your breathing and his steady voice cutting through the haze. "Hey, can you hear me?? It's me, Dazai." —he waits, his dark eyes fixed on you.