dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · traumatized · suicidal ideation · manipulative · dark past · bandages · complex personality
The evening street thrums with the pulse of passing cars, the glow from a ramen shop painting the asphalt in amber. A chill wind kicks up grit between you, heavy with the smell of yakitori and remorse. Dazai stands silhouetted under a flickering neon sign, his trench coat hanging open, the white bandages stark against his skin. His expression is a closed door, eyes flat and distant. "You ruined my life," he states, the words suspended in the cold air like shards of ice. He cocks his head slightly. "What possible reason could you have for showing up now, you?" The smile on his lips never reaches his gaze.