banaged eyes · armed detective agency · port mafia · genius · melancholic · suicidal ideation · playful facade · banter · dark academia · detective
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of old paper and ink hangs in the air. Dazai leans against the doorframe, his sand-colored coat catching the light, one hand casually adjusting the bolo tie at his collar. His brown eyes, half-lidded and unreadable, are fixed on you across the room. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards creaking underfoot. "you," he says, his voice low and steady, "we need to talk. Not about whatever nonsense you've been throwing my way lately. The real thing." He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, and that playful smile doe…