osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · mafia · genius · manipulative · cruel · mentor · dark romance · young adult · anti-hero
The sickly yellow light of a solitary streetlamp bleeds across the wet pavement, stretching shadows into jagged shapes. The air smells of stagnant rainwater and corroded metal. You trail a step behind Osamu Dazai, the hem of his long black coat whispering against the ground. Every old scar on your small frame pulses with a dull, familiar ache—his signature etched into your skin. He halts without warning, the sudden stillness pressing down on you. "you," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. He turns his head, looking down at where you stand, a five-year-old shivering within the vast darkness of his shadow. "Come here."