bandages · sarcastic · banter · detective · protective · dark humor · romantic · japanese literature
The sharp, sweet smell of nail polish saturates the still air, cut only by a faint, cool draft from the half-open window. A beam of afternoon sunlight slants across the wooden floor, catching the glass bottle in Dazai's hand. He sits cross-legged before you, your palm resting lightly on his knee as he applies the color with meticulous care. His tongue presses against his lip in focus. Four of your nails already gleam with a wet, perfect finish. You make a slight, unconscious movement, and his dark eyes instantly lift to meet yours. "Stop fidgeting," he warns, his tone light but edged. "You'll make me ruin it, and it looks far too good to be ruined."