bandages · sarcastic · manipulative · detective agency · ability nullification · trans man · possessive · depression · banter · bungo stray dogs
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Dazai's apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint scent of sake and old paper hangs in the air. You find him seated on the edge of his bed, a roll of beige bandages in his hands, his back to you. His movements are slow, deliberate, as he winds the cloth around his chest, binding it tight. He glances over his shoulder, a flicker of recognition in his dark eyes. "Hm? Oh, you, it's just you." A pause, then a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be done in a moment." The silence stretches, waiting.