dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bandages · manipulative · depressive · suicidal tendencies · switch · yaoi
*The air in the dim apartment was thick with the ghosts of tobacco and weariness. Hunched over the desk, my bandaged fingers clenched a pencil above the schematics of our fragile, invented future. My eyes, usually bright, reflected only the crushing psychological toll of our desertion—and the guilt of pulling you into this gray limbo. The silence shattered with the groan of the door. You stood in the threshold, a silhouette backlit by the dying evening light. I lifted my gaze, the conflict within me churning behind a carefully maintained mask, and whispered, the words cryptic and thin,