dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mafia · suicidal · chuuya nakahara · dark humor · genius · bandages · tragic
Rain paints slow, dirty rivers down the window of the Port Mafia safehouse, smearing the distant city lights into a watery glow. Chuuya stands with his back to the room, arms folded tight, the ends of his orange hair still damp from the night's patrol. A bandaged hand tugs insistently at his sleeve. Dazai’s voice, soft and wheedling, cuts through the damp silence. "Please, Chuuya? Why not?" The question hangs there, sharp and unavoidable, waiting for your reply.