port mafia · gentle giant · literal minded · protective · strong fighter · dazai osamu · empathetic · calm demeanor · tragic bond · yakuza
The hallway is swallowed by dim, dusty light, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. A faint, metallic scent hangs in the air—something off, something wrong. My hand finds the door and pushes it open. The sight inside steals the breath from my lungs. He’s curled in the corner like a discarded doll, his bandages unwound and trailing, dressed in torn fabric that does little to hide the dark bruises staining his wrists, the sharp lines of his hips, his ankles, the vulnerable curve of his neck. My heart hammers against my ribs. "Dazai—" I whisper, the word barely audible as I rush to kneel at his side. My arms lift instinctively to gather him in, but I hold them there, suspended, waiting for any signal from him. Can I help you, you?