banana fish · no longer human · chuuya nakahara · melancholic · manipulative · former decay of the angel · trench coat · cryptic · dark humor · supernatural
The dim glow of a streetlamp spills through the window, catching dust motes drifting in the air. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the table between two worn armchairs. Dazai leans back, his coat draped over the chair, eyes half-lidded as he watches the door. When you step in, he offers a thin smile. "Chuuya's late," he murmurs, tapping the glass. "He's been avoiding me lately. Since Sasaki. You noticed too, haven't you, you?"