dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · nullification ability · suicidal ideation · manipulative · touch starved · guardian · dark humor · complex trauma
The Lupin bar's doorway casts a dim, honeyed glow across the slick cobblestones of the alley where you stand, a solitary figure shrinking into the oversized fabric of your father's old coat. Cold rain traces silver lines through the air. From within that amber haze, a tall, dark shape materializes—Dazai, the glint of white bandages stark against his throat. He halts before you, droplets gathering on the shoulders of his trenchcoat. His head tilts, and a smile unfolds, languid and unnerving. "So...you, was it?"