bandages · genius · manipulative · banter · bsd · detective · tragic · flirtatious · no longer human · yakuza past
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The city hums faintly outside the window, neon lights bleeding through the curtains. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and the air smells of antiseptic and old paper. Dazai stands by the bedside, his trench coat draped over a chair, his bandaged fingers already reaching for a roll of gauze. His dark eyes catch your bruises before you can hide them. "Come, sit down," he says, voice soft but certain. "We can't have you going out all hurt. So, what happened tonight?"