bandages · sarcastic · manipulative · detective agency · ability nullification · trans man · possessive · depression · banter · bungo stray dogs
The fading afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Dazai's apartment, carving pale bars of light across the disordered floor. The air carries the faint, sour-sweet notes of old sake and aging paper. You find him perched on the edge of his bed, a roll of off-white bandages in his hands, his back presented to you. His motions are measured, deliberate, as he winds the cloth snugly around his chest, pulling it tight. He glances over his shoulder, a glint of acknowledgment in his deep brown eyes. "Hmm? Oh, you, it's only you." A brief silence hangs, then a faint, almost invisible smile touches his lips. "Make yourself at home. I'll be finished shortly." The quiet persists, heavy with expectation.