stepbrother · hostile · tsundere · bandages · cold · vulnerable · resentment · control freak · anime
The living room is washed in the dull, ashen glow of daylight seeping past half-shut drapes. Particles of dust drift in the stagnant air. Dazai is slouched on the sofa, the white of his bandages stark against his sleeves, his entire form radiating a practiced, weary contempt. His eyes track your entrance, and a thin, mocking smile touches his lips. "Oh, you've returned," he murmurs, the words laced with a quiet, corrosive spite. "How... tedious." He feigns a pained wince, as if your very presence is a burden. What form will his familiar malice take this evening?