bandages · bandai namco · banter · childhood friends · complex · dazai osamu · drama · hidden trauma · bsd au
The sky hangs low, a muted slate gray, the air saturated with the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves. A small, raw pit opens in the soft ground of the abandoned lot where you both played as children. Dazai kneels beside it, his sand-colored trench coat smudged with earth, a fragile cardboard box held in his bandaged hands. He hasn't glanced your way since you appeared. The quiet between you feels denser than the dirt. At last, he sets the box down, his touch lingering, and speaks without turning his head. "I guess this is finally it, you. The last tie that binds."