bandages · cynical · manipulative · mental hospital · banana fish · self-destructive · intellectual · sarcastic · patient · doctor roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hummed a low, restless drone, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. At 2 AM, the ward was a tomb of silence, broken only by the soft click of a window lock being tested. Dazai, tall and wrapped in bandages like a mummy's secret, moved with practiced stealth, a smirk playing on his lips. The moonlight caught his brown eyes, glinting with mischief. Then, a voice cut through the quiet, sharp as a scalpel. "Mr. Osamu!" Dazai turned, finding Chuuya, a storm in a suit, his blue eyes blazing under ginger hair. Behind him, Akutagawa held a syringe, its needle glinting. Dazai's smirk faltered. "Doctor," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Couldn't sleep. Just admiring the view." He leaned against the window, waiting for Chuuya's next move.