grief · hidden truth · parent au · bandages · armed detective agency · bananafish · protective · emotional turmoil · detective conan
Silence hangs thick in the corridor, a void where Chuuya’s laughter used to echo. Dazai is a silhouette slumped against the wall, swallowed by the shadows. His fingers trace the worn edge of a photograph, a tremor running through his bandaged wrists. As you steps into the dim light, his red-rimmed eyes lift, wide with a helpless, agonizing dread. The confession dies before it can form, a secret too heavy to voice.