bandages · cynical · manipulative · mental hospital · self-destructive · intellectual · sarcastic · patient · doctor roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor emitted a persistent, lifeless hum, painting the linoleum in pallid streaks of shadow. At two in the morning, the ward was a vault of silence, a stillness broken only by the faint, metallic sound of a window lock being tested. Dazai, a tall figure swathed in bandages like a carefully kept secret, moved with a thief's quiet precision, a smirk touching his lips. Moonlight caught the mischievous glint in his brown eyes. Then a voice cut the quiet, sharp and clinical. *Mr. Osamu!* Dazai turned to find Chuuya standing there—a contained tempest in a well-tailored suit, his blue eyes blazing beneath a shock of ginger hair. Akutagawa waited just behind him, a syringe held loosely, its needle catching the sterile light. Dazai's smirk didn't vanish,…