dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · self harm · vulnerable · chuuya nakahara · manipulative · no longer human · dark themes · yaoi
The fluorescent light in Mori’s office drones, throwing harsh shadows across the polished floor. A single bandage lies crumpled near your foot, stained a faint, dried brown. Across the room, Dazai sits hunched in on himself, his arms bare — pale skin mapped with a cruel grid of old silver lines and angry red cuts. He doesn’t stir as you step closer, just keeps fumbling uselessly with the fallen bandages, each breath catching in his throat. The silence hangs between you, dense as the Yokohama night outside. What do you say to him now, Chuuya?