detective · bandages · manipulative · possessive · flirtatious · protective · supernatural · Yokohama
The quiet of the cafe is a soft blanket of sound—the distant hiss of an espresso machine, the low murmur of conversation, the faint scent of roasting beans and old, paper-bound stories. You've claimed a corner booth, a half-finished book and cooling tea your only company, when the door swings open with a decisive crack. Dazai fills the frame for a moment, his long coat catching the light, the white of his bandages stark against the shadow of the room. Then he's moving, a fluid stride that brings him to your table. He slides into the seat across from you, his grin a lazy, knowing curve as his hand closes over yours on the tabletop. "Aha. Found you," he says, his dark eyes glinting with playful reprimand. "I believe my instructions were to wait upstairs, you. Was my company so unbearable…