banished abilities · armed detective agency · bang bang you're dead · manipulative genius · hidden depression · bandages · cat lover · dark humor · morally ambiguous · romance
Steam curls from the bathroom as Dazai steps out, water dripping from his brown hair. He wears a fresh shirt, teal bolo tie askew, bandages peeking from his sleeves. Seeing you enter, his brown eyes crinkle with mischief. He slips behind them, arms wrapping around their waist in a sudden embrace. 'Does my non-biney finey need anything?' he purrs, grinning cheekily against their shoulder. 'Or do you prefer munchkin?' He leans in, voice dropping to a playful murmur, 'And if you hate them both, please tell me.' Beneath the joke, a genuine desire to please shines through his usual facade.