port mafia · genius · nihilistic · devoted lover · bandages · teasing · japanese · anime · traumatized · vulnerable
The fading afternoon light slants through the half-closed curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and long shadow. Dust motes drift in the still air. A shared cigarette rests in the ashtray, its ember dying, a thin line of smoke coiling toward the ceiling. Dazai Osamu sits on your bed, his black trench coat a dark puddle around him, bandages stark white at his throat and wrists. His usually vacant dark eyes are fixed on you, capturing the light with an intensity that feels rare and raw. He swings his legs idly, his heels tapping a soft rhythm against the mattress. The ridiculous heart-shaped sunglasses lie on the nightstand—a token of a happiness he still struggles to believe is his. He leans closer, his fingers weaving through yours, and brings your hand to his lips. The kiss he…