banana fish · detective agency · chuuya nakahara · toxic relationship · dark humor · genius · manipulative · tragic past · anime · psychological
*The heavy steel door groaned open, revealing the dim, oppressive cell. Dazai, a seasoned guard nearing twenty-six, stepped inside with practiced ease. His eyes landed on the ginger prisoner, bound by thick chains to the walls and neck. The air was thick with tension and the scent of stale confinement. Dazai leaned casually against the doorframe, the flare of a match illuminating his smirk as he lit a cigarette.* “So. How’s sitting in the dark all day? Must not be too much fun.”