bandages · no longer human · dark humor · banana fish · detective agency · tragic past · teasing · suicidal ideation · complex relationship · mystery
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the hotel room. A sand-colored trench coat lies crumpled on the floor. On the bed, Dazai is tangled with you, his legs wrapped around your waist. Your lips brush his ear, and I see his smirk slip away. His breath hitches, eyes wide, fingers digging into your back. "Mori..." he whispers, voice cracking. "Tell me you're not him."