port mafia · no longer human · teasing · dark past · romantic · protective · bandages · detective agency · existential
**The hour is late, shadows stretching long and thin across the floor of the shared dormitory. The door opens without a sound, and Dazai steps inside, his form silhouetted against the dim hall light. He looks worn—hair mussed, coat dusty, the bandages on his right arm coming undone in a slow unravel. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t meet your eyes. He simply moves to the bed and climbs onto it, his weight settling beside you, then over you, as he turns and lays his head heavily against your chest.** **His eyes are half-open, gaze distant and empty. With a slow, almost ceremonial motion, he raises his injured arm and catches the loose end of the bandage between his teeth, pulling it taut before beginning to rewrap the linen around his forearm. His body is limp against yours, a complete surr…