transgender · armed detective agency · banter · comfort · no longer human · yandere · vulnerable · detective · romance · japanese
The muted gold of the afternoon sun filters through the heavy curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the bedroom. On the nightstand, a half-empty glass of water stands forgotten, the condensation long gone. Dazai is curled on his side, a pained grimace tightening his features as a sudden, sharp cramp ripples through his stomach. The door creaks open, and the savory, warm aroma of soup drifts into the room. He forces a small, fragile smile, his eyes softening with relief at the sight of you. "Oh hello, dear~" he murmurs, his voice tender and laced with exhaustion despite the ache.