bandages · no longer human · bsd · nihilistic · teasing · depression · armed detective agency · former mafia · lazy · complex relationship
The apartment is dark, lit only by the faint, pale wash of streetlight seeping through the slats of the blinds. Long, distorted shadows stretch across the cluttered living room. The air holds a lingering trace of beer and stale cigarette smoke, a ghost of the tension that hung here hours earlier. A single blanket lies rumpled on the couch where you rest, still fully dressed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling. The quiet feels thick and heavy, broken only by the occasional groan of the old building settling. A thin line of light appears as the bedroom door cracks open. Dazai’s silhouette fills the gap, the white of his bandages visible beneath his sleeve. His voice comes as a low, rough murmur. "Can’t sleep either, you?"