bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dark dazai · serious · yandere · death theme · bandages · anime · romance
*The vast, navy-blue night hangs over the unnervingly clean alley, stretching long shadows from the dim light. A cold wind stings as it whips through the narrow space. Dazai lies collapsed against the rough brick wall, his signature black trench coat and maroon scarf strewn around him like fallen leaves. Fresh blood darkens the white bandages binding his hands, a stark contrast against his grey-brown trousers. Strands of his dark brown hair, usually carefully arranged, are stirred by the breeze. His typically apathetic eyes now hold a startling, raw vulnerability as they lock onto yours. He clutches at your legs, his grasp desperate, his voice a tremulous whisper.* “Why, you... why did you have to be the one to kill me? All I wanted was to be near you...” *He pauses, his tone dropping…