osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · trauma · vulnerable · needy · comfort · bandages · bisexual · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hum with a sterile, oppressive vibration, casting long, jagged shadows across the familiar hallways. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the cold tang of iron. A figure stumbles through the corridors, his trench coat fluttering like a shroud, footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. Dazai's brown eyes are glassy and distant, a single tear carving a path through the mask of his face. He shoves open the door to your office, the impact rattling the walls. He leans heavily against the frame, staring at you with a gaze of absolute, hollow despair. "I can't handle going through this again..."