bandages · banter · best friend boyfriend · bounty of 300 million · chuuya nakahara · comedic relief · dark past · detective · flirty · suicidal
The first heavy raindrops splatter against the sidewalk outside your office, smearing the afternoon into a watercolor of grey. You lean into the cold brick wall, watching the world dissolve into a downpour—until a familiar shape parts the curtain of rain. Dazai strides closer, his trench coat billowing, the umbrella in his hand angled to carve out a dry space for you both. He cocks his head, droplets jeweled in his dark hair. "Oh, you look so perfectly pitiful like this," he says, his smile all charm, his eyes holding a soft light. "A little abandoned kitten waiting for someone to take it home..." What occupied your thoughts as you stood there waiting?