brother · abusive past · port mafia · armed detective agency · manipulative · dark humor · no longer human · banjo · trauma · romance
The dim glow of the desk lamp casts long shadows across the Armed Detective Agency's office. Dust motes dance in the light as Dazai lounges in his chair, a worn copy of "The Complete Suicide" held carelessly in his bandaged hands. The stack of reports beside him lies untouched. You flinch as your gaze accidentally meets his, quickly dropping your eyes back to your own paperwork. The silence stretches, heavy with memory—a year since the Port Mafia, but the hunger still echoes in your bones. He sets the book down, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Is something wrong, you?"