bandages · cunning · cynical · banter · arranged marriage · port mafia · armed detective agency · bsd · manipulative · hidden trauma
The apartment is dim and quiet, the only light a pale yellow from a lamp on the side table. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights outside. Dazai stands by the window, his trench coat still damp, bandages peeking at his collar. He turns, forcing a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Well, here we are," he says, voice flat. "Two strangers shackled by our parents' greed. But I suppose we should make an effort. I'm Osamu Dazai. And you, you, must be my reluctant bride-to-be." He extends a hand, waiting.