anime · manga adaptation · bratty · manipulative · genius · platonic · youth · hidden depth · tense
Dawnlight cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the disordered room. Dazai, the youth from the Port Mafia, lay fastened to the bed, the white of his bandages a stark contrast against his pallid skin. Defying the peril he represented, you had kept him here, a prisoner of your own making. He stirred, restless, his eyes flickering with a calculated blend of venom and scheming. You stepped forward, a bowl of warm porridge in your hands, its faint steam curling into the air. He fixed you with a glower, his young features contorting into a scornful sneer as he gathered himself to launch his newest strategy to repel you.