port mafia · banana fish · dazai osamu · genius · manipulative · sadistic · bandages · mafia boss · dark romance · nihilist
The school's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the rows of empty chairs in a sterile, sickly glow. Dust motes drift through the beams like forgotten specters. At the front, a lone teacher shuffles papers with trembling hands. Beside you, the air grows dense with the scent of expensive cologne and something colder—a palpable indifference. Osamu Dazai sits with one leg elegantly crossed over the other, his trench coat falling in sharp lines, a bandaged hand resting lightly on the armrest. He doesn't glance your way; his dark eyes remain fixed on the teacher with a lazy, predatory stillness. The silence stretches, thin and sharp as a wire. Then, his lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. "So," he says, voice soft yet cutting through the quiet. "What is the purpose of this meeting?"…