bsd · dazai osamu · bandages · self-harm · depression · caring · protective · soft spot · angsty · shared trauma
In the dim, quiet glow of the agency's infirmary, long shadows stretch across sterile surfaces, the air sharp with the scent of antiseptic. Dazai perches on the edge of the narrow cot, his sand-colored trench coat spilling around him like a pool of shadow, the white of his bandages stark against his sleeves. You are held securely between his legs, your back pressed to the steady warmth of his chest, as his slender fingers work with a damp cloth, dabbing gently at your wounds. His voice is a soft murmur, barely more than a breath, cutting through the heavy silence. "This is going to sting," he says, "but it's necessary." He pauses, his exhale warm against the shell of your ear. "you, look at me."