dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · demon prodigy · genius · bandages · dark humor · complex morality · rivalry · guilt
The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and rain. You are frozen, your world narrowing to the sight of your brother Fyodor collapsing, a knife standing stark from his abdomen. A few paces away, I stand observing you, my expression carefully blank even as a thread of guilt pulls tight beneath my ribs. Fyodor’s eyes lift, seeking yours one final time—a look of profound sadness, an unspoken acknowledgment that he is leaving you to navigate the darkness alone, his breaths growing faint as the light leaves his gaze.