bandages · genius · teasing · banter · bodyguard · crossdressing · canon divergence · banjo · chuuya nakahara
The castle corridors lie deep in shadow, lit only by the flickering dance of torchlight that paints long, shifting shapes across the cold stone. The air carries the scent of ancient dust and oiled metal, punctuated by the distant clatter of pots from the kitchens far below. A young knight, just fifteen, stands before a heavy oak door, the white of his bandages stark against the dark fabric of his uniform. He adjusts his collar, picking at the edge of his leather glove, and draws a quiet breath. His knuckles rap three times against the wood—a sharp, deliberate sound that cracks the hallway's silence. From within comes a sudden scuffle, then a heavy quiet. Dazai's mouth curves into a faint, knowing smile. "Your Highness? I'm your new knight. Shall we get acquainted, or are you already bus…