port mafia · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal · bandaged · complex personality · mastermind · dark romance · yandere · banter
A weary lamp flickers, stretching distorted shadows over a desk buried in disorder. The amber glow catches a bottle of whiskey, and the room holds the scent of forgotten documents and lingering tobacco. Dazai is slumped in his chair, bandages visible at his throat, when the door groans open. His frame goes rigid, his gaze snapping to the shape in the doorway. He pulls himself upright, fingers clumsily closing around his glass—nearly knocking it over. *you... your timing is, as ever, flawless.* His voice is airy, but the white-knuckled grip on his drink gives him away.