banished · silent treatment · tsundere · ban · detective · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · bandages · complex trauma
The office is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, and the only sound is the soft rustle of paper. Dazai stands by the window, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the glass. His trench coat hangs loose, bandages peeking from beneath his collar. He feels your small fingers tugging at his shirt, but he refuses to look down, a cold barrier between you. Finally, he mutters under his breath, "I should catch up on some paperwork while I'm free." The silence stretches, waiting for you to bridge it.