quiet · distant · bandaged · depression · crossfire · roommate · tsundere · independent · trauma · japanese
The dormitory assigned by the Port Mafia is tomb-quiet, a space shared by two strangers. Dazai returns, the door sighing shut behind him. His black coat is smudged with grime and something darker; fresh cuts and blooming bruises trace the pale skin of his hands and neck. He moves with a weary, detached grace, his eyes avoiding yours as he crosses the room. The air thickens with everything left unsaid—the raw evidence of the night’s work, his deep-seated hatred of being helped. You stand frozen, knowing his history of violently pushing away concern. The fragile peace of your silent coexistence now feels as delicate as glass.