banter · emotionally stunted · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · tragic romance · sadistic · protective · dark humor · angsty · bandaged eye
The failing dusk bleeds through the broken window, washing the ruined room in shades of dying amber and deep shadow. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, settling over the dark stains on the floorboards. There, slumped against the cracked wallpaper, Dazai kneels—cradling your limp form against his chest. His bandaged hand is clamped over the wound in your abdomen, but the warmth continues to seep between his fingers. Each of your breaths is a shallow, ragged effort; your eyes, once vivid and alert, are now clouded and distant. He never mastered the art of saying what mattered. Now he may never have another chance. "No... you, please... don't go." The silence that answers is heavier than any sound.