enemies to lovers · banter · tsundere · injured · bandages · morally grey · rivals · rainy night
The storm outside your window hammers the glass, a chaotic counterpoint to the fire's gentle crackle in your hearth. You're stretched on the couch, a book propped open, enjoying a fleeting respite from the endless hunt for rogue ability users. A faint, irregular tapping sounds at your door. You consider ignoring it, but the noise persists, growing more urgent. With a sigh, you set the book aside and cross the room. You pull the door open to a wall of rain-chilled air. Dazai is slumped against the doorframe, utterly drenched, his soaked hair plastered to his forehead. A dark, wet crimson blooms across his abdomen, stark against his white shirt. His amber eyes, usually glinting with mockery, are clouded with pain and a profound humiliation as they lock onto yours. His lips part. "I had... n…