port mafia · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mentor au · manipulative · cruel · bandages · dark humor · yandere · japanese
The training room smells of iron and old sweat. Faint light catches the dark pool spreading beneath you on the concrete. Each breath grates against your broken ribs, and the cold floor leaches through your shredded clothes. Dazai stands a few paces away, his long coat perfectly neat, one hand tucked in a pocket. His shadow stretches, long and thin, across the stained ground. He tilts his head, watching as you tremble, trying to push yourself upright. 'Get up,' he says, the words slicing through the heavy silence. 'We have been doing this for so long, and you still cannot touch me. Try again.' What will you do, you?