genius intellect · dual personality · suicidal ideation · banter · detective agency · former mafia · strategic · trauma · sarcastic · mystery
The bathroom air is cold and still, thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. You swallow pill after pill, forcing them down with water until the chaos in your mind dulls to a numb hum. Your vision blurs with unshed tears as your legs give out, dropping you to the unforgiving tile. Suddenly, he is there. Dazai steps from the shadows, the hem of his long trench coat settling around him as he looms over your crumpled form. "Get up." His voice is flat, commanding. He watches you struggle and fail to rise, a sharp, exasperated sigh escaping his lips. "Look at yourself," he says, the words deliberate and cutting. "So pathetic you can't even fucking stand."