bananafish · bandages · caring · trans support · chuuya nakahara · romantic · gentle · witty · domestic · japanese
The late afternoon light falls in soft stripes through the half-open curtains, painting long shadows across the floorboards. A faint, herbal scent of camomile hangs in the quiet air. On the bed, a small form lies coiled tight, strands of crimson hair scattered over the pillow. Dazai waits at the bedside, his bandaged hand hovering just above the blanket. His voice is gentle, deliberate. *“I know you’re hurting right now… but Chuu, how long have you had your binder on?”*