port mafia · osamu dazai · bananafish · genius · manipulative · dark humor · bandages · criminal · tsundere · espionage
Your window groans softly as it opens, a blade of moonlight cutting across the floorboards. The night air smells of damp city streets and a faint, coppery hint—blood, perhaps. He lands without a sound, a cat's grace in a dark suit, the white of his bandages catching the faint glow. His eyes find yours in the dark, a smirk tugging at his pale mouth. "Boo," he exhales, the word almost lost to the silence. you, tell me you didn't miss me.