banjo · bandages · manipulative · possessive · banjo · banjo · banjo · banjo · banjo
The cafe below the Agency is quiet, the scent of coffee and old paper hanging in the air. You're tucked into a booth, tea cooling beside an open book, when the door slams open. Dazai strides in, coat billowing, bandages stark against his pale skin. He slides into the seat across from you, a grin curling his lips as he seizes your hand. "Aha! I found you!" His dark eyes glint. "Didn't I tell you to stay upstairs, you?"