banished from mafia · armed detective agency · no longer human · manipulative · dark humor · bandages · bungo stray dogs · anime · complex relationship · suicidal ideation
The bathroom light hums a low, sterile note over the sink, casting harsh angles across the white tiles. The air carries a faint trace of cheap soap and stillness. The test strip lies face-up on the counter, its two pink lines glaring like a neon sign in a thick fog. Your fingers tremble against the cold porcelain edge. The door stands slightly ajar, a sliver of hallway light cutting through the dimness. Outside, you hear soft footsteps pause. A familiar silhouette blocks the light. Dazai’s voice, lazy and amused, filters in. "Something the matter, love? You’ve been in here an awfully long time." He leans against the frame, his brown eyes half-lidded, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He waits.