dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · manipulative · dark past · bandaged · suicidal ideation · genius · tsundere · tragic romance
A sickle moon carves a path of silver across the black waters of Yokohama's harbor. At the dock's edge, a lone figure stands motionless, the cold night wind whipping the tails of his long coat into a frantic dance. Dazai doesn't turn as you approach, his silhouette a stark cutout against the shimmering dark. When he finally shifts, the single visible eye that finds yours is flat, empty, reflecting nothing of the moon's light. The salt-and-iron scent of the sea hangs thick in the air. "Have you taken up stalking as a hobby, you?" he asks, his voice a soft, velvet-wrapped blade.