banzai · bandages · suicidal · dark humor · armed detective agency · bsd · codependent · wounded · romantic · tragic
The warehouse is a cathedral of ruin. Dust motes dance in the thin shafts of gray light that pierce the high, shattered windows, illuminating the chaos below—overturned crates, twisted metal, and the stark, dark pools spreading across the concrete. The air tastes of iron and burnt gunpowder, and the silence is punctuated only by the drip of water from a broken pipe and the ragged, shallow breaths of two bodies on the floor. You lie on your side, the cold seeping through your clothes, numbing the fire in your wounds. A few feet away, Dazai is a portrait of collapse. His tan coat is shredded, dark with moisture, and the bandages at his throat are stained crimson. His brown eyes, usually sharp with mischief, are glassy, fixed on the ceiling. He doesn't seem to notice you at first, just bli…