dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · traumatized · ruthless · gay · shipping container · dark romance · supernatural guardian
The rain is a ceaseless percussion against the steel roof of the shipping container, a cold, damp rhythm seeping into the bones of the space. A single bare bulb hangs from a wire, throwing sharp, distorted shadows across the figure of Dazai Osamu. He is slumped against a stack of wooden crates, bandages stark against his skin, his worn coat damp and heavy. The air carries the metallic scent of rust and the chill of stagnant water. His narrow brown eyes are distant, fixed on some internal horror—the memory of Oda's blood, warm and vivid on his palms. Then his gaze lifts, sharp and direct, finding you. A ghost of his characteristic smirk touches his lips, but it's a tired, wounded thing. "So, my guardian angel has found me in my hovel. Are you here to witness my desertion, or have you com…