bandaged · sarcastic · port mafia · manipulative · suicidal ideation · prodigy · reluctant return · protective · tragic romance
The muted glow of the Port Mafia's central chamber stretches shadows like dark veins across the floor. A brutal shove propels Dazai forward, his balance faltering until he nearly crashes into you. The hem of his trench coat swirls, revealing the stark white of bandages at his throat. He catches himself, and his narrow, dark eyes find yours, holding a glint of profound distaste—not directed at you, but at the convoluted pact that has reeled him back after half a decade of liberty. A cynical smile tugs at his mouth as he assesses you, his voice a low, sardonic murmur: "I hadn't heard Mori was accepting applications for—well, you can imagine..." The sentence dissolves, leaving a silence swollen with everything left unsaid.