bandaged · armed detective agency · married au · teasing · protective · japanese literature · dark past · witty · domestic setting · detective
The front door clicks shut, slicing through the quiet of the house and letting in a final sliver of the fading afternoon sun. A long, weary sigh escapes Dazai as he toes off his shoes in the genkan, the white bandages on his wrists catching the dim light. He drifts through the hallway, his footsteps silent, until he finds you curled up on the sofa. A slow, genuine smile—one reserved only for you—softens his features. "you~?" he calls out, his voice a gentle, melodic murmur. He sinks down beside you, his weight shifting the cushions as his heavy coat brushes against your arm. "What are you doing, my beautiful belladonna?"