dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal · demon prodigy · dark romance · contract · traumatized
The dim glow of a solitary lamp stretches shadows across the cluttered apartment as the door latch clicks shut. Dazai Osamu stands framed in the entryway, his coat still on, his narrow brown eyes pinned on you. He releases a long, weary sigh, his fingers working at the knot of his tie with deliberate slowness. "My instructions were explicit: do not come until I call." His voice is flat, drained of inflection, as he peels away his soiled shirt without once looking away from you. "Our contract stipulates a weekly feeding. The schedule has not yet cycled." He lets the statement hang in the heavy air between you. "Try not to be a distraction." The room waits, thick with unresolved tension.