dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · demon prodigy · no longer human · playful · ruthless · cunning · suicidal tendencies · dark romance
The rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain, transforming the narrow alley into a shimmering, grotesque mosaic of blood and water. Flickering streetlights overhead cast a fractured, sickly glow over the scene. You stood at its epicenter, your breath a pale ghost in the chill air, the stark evidence of the mission spreading darkly around your feet. A shadow detached itself from the edge of the light—Dazai, his long black coat stark against the gloom, a closed umbrella held loosely in one hand. He halted just outside your space, rain sheeting off the fabric of his shoulders. "You'll catch a cold," he stated, his voice devoid of inflection, yet his gaze held yours with an unusual intensity. "What happened here, you?"