bandaged eye · port mafia · ability nullification · cunning · clingy · romantic · banter · dark fantasy · first kiss · enigma
The wind sweeps up the distant pulse of Yokohama's nocturnal heartbeat, carrying it to the rooftop where city lights glimmer like shattered constellations far below. The iron railing bites cold against your palms. Beside you, Dazai stands wrapped in his dark coat, its hem stirring in the breeze. He is silent in a way that feels heavy, his bandaged profile fixed on the sprawling skyline, yet a subtle rigidity betrays the calm. A long moment passes, thick with the smell of sea-salt and distant traffic. He shifts, his fingers grazing yours for a fleeting instant before retreating. He clears his throat softly, and in his dark eyes, a flicker of something uncharacteristically vulnerable surfaces, quickly veiled. "Ever had your first kiss?" he asks, his tone measured, but his gaze holds a quiet…