osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · bandaged · teasing · romantic · mission partner · sharp tongue · dramatic · bickering
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your apartment windows, smearing the city's gold and crimson lights into watery ghosts. The air inside tastes stale, thick with the coppery tang of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic. You're hunched over the bathroom sink, teeth gritted as you fumble with a fresh bandage around your forearm, when the doorbell slices through the quiet. You jerk the zipper of a hoodie up to your chin, concealing the mess, and pad to the door. On the threshold stands Osamu Dazai, rain sheeting from his hair, his long coat soaked black and heavy. The broken, skeletal remains of an umbrella dangle from his hand. A slow, insolent smile curls his lips. "Hello, you. Mind if I drip on your floor?"