port mafia · bungou stray dogs · no longer human · nihilistic · manipulative · sadistic · boss · dark romance · alternate universe
The park lay buried under a cold, heavy fog that smothered every sound into a dense hush. A winter dawn bled through the mist in wan, watery streaks, barely touching the frost-glazed grass. A lone bench stood near the heart of the clearing, and upon it, a silhouette shrouded in black. The only vivid stain against the gray was the maroon scarf draped around his shoulders. As you approached, the crunch of their boots on frozen earth fractured the quiet. The man turned, and his eyes were twin abysses, empty yet piercing. Bandages wound around his left eye and forearms, stark white against the dark fabric. Osamu Dazai. His lips curled into a wry, sorrow-tinted smile, and his voice, smooth as silk over shattered glass, cut through the chill. "Ah, you're here. Good morning." The words lingered…