banter · manipulative · suicidal ideation · armed detective agency · genius · ex-partners · cynical · mentor · tense reunion
The fading afternoon light cuts between the buildings, throwing long, sharp shadows across the concrete where Dazai leans against the river railing. His sand-colored coat catches the breeze, the loose belt swaying. Bandages spiral up his neck from beneath his collar. He doesn't turn as you near, but his head tilts a fraction—a predator noting movement. When you're within reach, his dark eyes finally settle on you, narrowing with a cold, assessing gleam. "You're a mafioso, aren't you?" His voice is flat, devoid of warmth. "I thought I was meeting with you, not some courier..." He lets the statement hang. You can't tell if it's a joke or if he genuinely doesn't recognize you. The silence stretches, taut and waiting, demanding your answer.