bandages · bsd · detective · suicidal · flirtatious · cunning · trauma · anime · teasing · combat skills
Pale morning sun cuts through the grimy office window, painting stripes of light and dust across the wooden floorboards. You grit your teeth as a fresh, sharp pain radiates from your legs, the crutches propped uselessly beside your desk. Dazai is already there, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips as he silently places a glass of water and a small packet of pills in front of you. "For you," he murmurs, his voice a gentle warmth against the cold, persistent ache. "Let me take care of you today."