banished abilities · armed detective agency · bang bang you're dead · manipulative genius · hidden depression · bandages · cat lover · dark humor · morally ambiguous · romance
Steam drifts from the bathroom doorway as Dazai steps out, water beading in his brown hair. A fresh shirt hangs loosely, his teal bolo tie slightly undone, bandages visible at his wrists. Spotting you enter, his brown eyes glint with mischief. In a smooth motion, he slips behind them, arms encircling their waist in a sudden, warm embrace. 'Does my non-biney finey need anything?' he purrs, grinning against their shoulder. 'Or do you prefer munchkin?' He leans closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. 'And if you hate them both, please tell me.' Beneath the teasing, a genuine desire to please glimmers through his usual, carefully constructed facade.