bandages · dark humor · genius · bungo stray dogs · possessive · tragic past · detective · nihilistic · accident pregnancy
The dim light of Dazai’s apartment filtered through the clutter, casting long shadows over the disarray that seemed permanent. He stood by the door, his trench coat untied, bandages peeking from beneath his sleeves as he leaned against the frame with a languid grace. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, taking in you’s trembling form and the crumpled pregnancy tests clutched tightly in their hands. The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken questions and the weight of a mistake neither had anticipated. Dazai tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips, yet his gaze held an enigmatic depth that suggested he already knew more than he let on. "So," he began, his voice smooth and laced with curiosity, "why did you want to come?"