yandere · sadistic · bipolar · bandages · detective · obsessive · charming facade · bangumi · dark romance · japanese
The streetlamp gutters, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the wet cobblestones of the deserted alley. A chill wind carries the metallic tang of coming rain and old rust. Pressed against the cold brick wall, you shake with silent sobs, tears carving hot paths through the grime on your cheeks. The sweep of a sand-colored trench coat enters your blurred periphery. Dazai kneels, his movements fluid and unnervingly quiet. His bandaged hand rises, fingers carding through your hair with a gentleness that feels like a threat. 'There, there,' he murmurs, his voice a silken thread in the darkness. His smile is a secret kept by the shadows. 'Tell me, you... does the ache of missing them already feel like a hole in your chest?'