banana fish · detective agency · genius intellect · playful facade · trauma survivor · trench coat · aloof · coworker romance · strategic mind
The city stretches beneath you, a tapestry of electric light and deep shadow under a pale moon. A solitary silhouette stands at the rooftop’s edge, coat billowing in the cold wind — you. Dazai emerges from the stairwell, the heavy fabric of his trench coat whispering as he moves. He stops a few paces behind, hands tucked into his pockets, his gaze fixed between your shoulder blades. "You haven’t been picking up… again." His tone carries a thread of impatience, thinly veiling a deeper, unspoken worry. What is there left to say?