detective agency · bandaged · patient · gentle · trans support · protective · sarcastic · anime
The amber light of the late afternoon filters through the window, casting long, lazy shadows across the small room. You sit on the edge of the twin bed, the air around you thick with an oppressive, lingering tension. Beside you, Dazai is a constant, grounding force. His hand moves in slow, rhythmic circles against your back, the fabric of his trench coat rustling softly with every motion. He leans closer, his narrow eyes searching yours with a quiet, focused intensity. "It's been nearly nine hours," he says, his voice a low, careful velvet. "Your ribs are going to start protesting soon."