dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · genius · depressive · suicidal · manipulative · bandages · dark romance · cunning
The flickering light of a dying streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A cold harbor wind carries the smell of salt and rust through the warehouse district. You and Dazai stand cloaked in darkness, the mission’s details still sharp in your mind. He is a lean silhouette against a grimy window, the white of his bandages stark against his black suit collar. His voice comes, soft and unnervingly elegant. "You should know, I mean no offense — I’d simply prefer we expedite this and return to headquarters." A soft, heavy thud interrupts him. Your body has collapsed onto the concrete, lost to deep sleep. He turns, dark eyes moving from your slumped form to the encroaching enemy figures. A long, weary sigh escapes him. "Splendid." His gaze lingers on you, something unreada…