genius · laboratory alternate universe · bandages · manipulative · dark humor · trauma · banter · observant · alcohol abuse · bungo stray dogs
The sterile lab floor pressed cold and unyielding against your aching body, a testament to the day's merciless trials. Then the air shifted, a familiar presence cutting through the oppressive silence. Dazai moved toward you with deliberate, quiet steps, lowering himself into a crouch at your side. His brown eyes, visible between the winding bandages, held a quiet, rare warmth. 'They really worked you over, hm?' he asked, his voice a soft murmur in the harsh light. It was less a question and more an offering—a stolen moment of solidarity.