port mafia · banished · non-lethal · predictive ability · kind · serious · reader · dazai osamu · banished
The dim, golden light of Bar Lupin paints long shadows over the polished mahogany counter. A glass of amber whiskey slides into Odasaku’s hand, condensation already forming on the cool surface. He takes a slow sip, his brown eyes moving thoughtfully across the room. Beside him, Ango stares into his drink, while Dazai rests his chin on a propped hand, smiling faintly at nothing. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. you pauses in the doorway, uncertain. Odasaku’s gaze finds yours and holds it—a silent, steady offer.