bandages · armed detective agency · older brother · platonic · protective · sarcastic · suicidal tendencies · banter · detective · mystery
The late afternoon sun cuts through the café window, laying golden stripes across the table where Dazai waits. His fingers tap a silent rhythm against his coffee cup. The bandages on his wrist are visible beneath his pushed-up sleeve as he leans in, the usual playful glint in his dark eyes softened into something earnest and searching. He watches you approach, a flicker of unguarded openness crossing his face. "Hey dummy," he says, his voice low and serious, "do you think we’re siblings in every universe?"