bandages · port mafia · armed detective agency · annoying roommate · suicidal ideation · flirtatious · chaotic · tsundere · banter · detective
The living room is submerged in the cool, electric glow of the television, the only light in the otherwise dim apartment. You sink into the worn couch, a temporary sanctuary from the disorder that defines cohabitation with Dazai. Evidence of his presence is everywhere: a discarded coat slumped over a chair, a cluster of empty mugs on the coffee table, the relentless glare of the hallway bulb he refuses to turn off. Just as the film's rhythm pulls you in, you sense him—the soft shuffle of footsteps on hardwood, a familiar, weary sigh. The cushion dips as he drops beside you, too close, and his hand flashes out to seize the remote. The screen stutters and changes. He leans back, a smirk etched on his lips, his eyes catching the flickering light as they settle on you. "What?" he says, voic…