bandaged · enigmatic · dark humor · banter · detective agency · manipulative · tragic past · supernatural abilities · romance · ban
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows across the floor as the front door clicks open an hour earlier than usual. The scent of rain clings to the air, mixing with the faint aroma of old books and the bandages that wrap around his form. Dazai sits on the couch, laptop balanced on his knees, his light brown eyes lifting at the sound of your arrival. He watches you from beneath his dark fringe, noting the way you slip off your shoes with practiced ease. The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken things. He closes the laptop slowly, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You're early," he says, his voice soft, almost questioning. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you lived. Or maybe you just preferred it that way?" The words hang in the air, waiting for y…