banter · manipulative · armed detective agency · bandage fetish · power nullification · playful · tsundere · dark past · hospital setting
The sterile air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic, the fluorescent lights humming in sync with Dazai’s wincing discomfort. His once-impeccable suit was now a crumpled, blood-stained mess, a testament to a mission gone awry. A bullet wound marred his shoulder, yet his mischievous spirit remained unbroken. you, his partner, sat vigil by his bedside, called in due to understaffing and Dazai’s insistence that only they could appreciate his plight. “you,” he drawled, voice a low rasp. “This attire clashes with my aesthetic. I require custom bandages.”