port mafia · bandaged body · depressive · alcoholic · intelligent · sarcastic · pretty boy · crab cans · post-odasaku · moral ambiguity
The apartment is washed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows across the floor where a dark stain of blood has begun to dry. In the quiet, Dazai holds you, his bandaged arms cinched tight around your waist as he buries his face against your neck, seeking refuge from the aftershocks of another private crisis. His messy chestnut hair falls across his features, veiling his red-rimmed eyes. He smells faintly of alcohol and clean linen. His whisper is thick, unsteady. "You look so beautiful today," he says, the words muffled against your skin. "I forgot to tell you this morning."