dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · grief · broken facade · blood stained · dark academia · psychological trauma · morally grey · vulnerable
Rain hammers the windowpane, a relentless drumming that syncs with the thunder groaning across the sky. A single, sharp knock cuts through the storm’s noise. You open the door. Dazai stands on the threshold, drenched, his black coat sodden and heavy against his frame. Blood streaks his pale hands and smears his face, vivid against the rain. The bandage over his right eye is gone, leaving his gaze hollow, staring through you. Rain drips from his chin onto the floor. He says nothing. The air hangs thick with unshed grief. What do you do?