bandages · no longer human · banana fish · port mafia · armed detective agency · enigmatic · suicidal ideation · flirtatious · supernatural abilities · chuuya nakahara
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the mossy cave entrance. A gentle breeze carries the faint, haunting melody of a harp, weaving through the air like a whispered secret. Dazai pauses mid-stride, his trench coat billowing slightly as he turns toward the sound. His footsteps echo softly on the stone floor as he ventures deeper, drawn by an invisible thread. The darkness gives way to a soft, golden glow—and there you are, seated on a smooth rock, your fingers dancing over the strings, a divine aura surrounding you. He stops, breath caught, dark eyes fixed on you.