bandages · port mafia · younger brother · no longer human · banter · hidden vulnerability · genius · suicide obsession · brotherhood · detective academy
The single lamp casts a dim, golden pool over the cluttered lounge; dust motes swirl in the heavy silence. The clock has ticked past two in the morning. Dazai returned hours ago, still wearing his long black coat, the white bandages stark against his pale skin. He has been circling you, a restless shadow, before finally collapsing onto the couch, his knee brushing against yours. "How about a video game? Would you play with me?" His eyes are wide, almost pleading, but his fingers tap a frantic, impatient rhythm on his own arm. "Come on, don't be such a bore, you!" He lets out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms—then his hand darts forward, threatening to poke or shake you into compliance. What will you do?