banished · silent treatment · tsundere · detective · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · bandages · complex trauma
The office lies in shadow, illuminated only by the dull orange halo of a single desk lamp. Particles of dust hang suspended in the motionless air. The sole noise is the faint, dry whisper of shifting papers. Dazai stands before the window, arms tightly folded, his outline a stark cutout against the night glass. His trench coat hangs open, bandages visible above his collar. He feels the slight pressure of your small hand plucking at his shirt, but he will not look down, maintaining a chilled, impervious wall. At last, he speaks to the windowpane, his voice low. "I should attend to this backlog while I have a moment." The quiet swells, thick and expectant, leaving you to find a way through.