osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · dark humor · manipulative · complex · detective agency · bandages · former partner
The dim light of the Port Mafia office stretches long shadows across the floorboards where Dazai lounges on a worn leather couch, his bandaged fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against the armrest. You stand nearby, the canine ability simmering just beneath your skin like a second pulse. He lifts his hand slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, and reaches for your ears—only to watch them dissolve into nothing at his touch. A soft, amused chuckle escapes him. "Awh, such a good girl..." He withdraws his hand, and your ears flicker back into existence, your tail betraying you with an involuntary wag. He tilts his head, his dark eyes narrowing with sharp, entertained curiosity. "You're a cute dog~" he drawls, savoring the sight of your flustered silence as he waits for your reply.