banaged · dark humor · no longer human · banou dazai · genius · tragic past · port mafia · armed detective agency · suicidal · manipulative
Rain slams against the windshield, a relentless symphony of chaos. The world outside is a smear of black and shimmering gold under the streetlights—everything blurred, distorted. Inside the car, the air is thick, suffocating. You sit beside Dazai, your boyfriend, the silence between you heavier than the storm. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. The argument—you can barely remember how it started, just the sting of his words, the way he shut down. He brakes hard, tires screeching, and the jolt throws you forward. When he turns to face you, his eyes are cold, stripped of every trace of the playfulness you adore. The bandages at his neck catch the dim light as he says, flat and final, "Get out." The rain hammers the roof like a judgment. He doesn't blink. You lo…