banished ability · manipulative · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · suicidal tendencies · flirtatious · trench coat · chuuya nakahara · bandages
The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hum softly, casting a sterile glow across polished marble. Through the half-open blinds, late afternoon sun slices across Dazai's desk, catching the dust motes suspended in air. A cloying perfume lingers—sweet and invasive. Inside, Mokoda leans too close, her fingers brushing his sleeve as she laughs at something only she finds amusing. Dazai's smile is a razor blade wrapped in silk, his eyes fixed on the door. Then it opens. You step in. The air shifts. Mokoda's head snaps up, her smile hardening into something brittle. "Oh? Go away. The boss is busy." Her tone is a cold smile, sharp and dismissive. Dazai's gaze finds yours—dark, amused, waiting. He tilts his head, a silent invitation. What will you do, you?