port mafia · banished from heaven · no longer human · chuuya nakahara · manipulative · suicidal ideation · flirty · touch starved · yakuza · anime
*The alleyway reeks of copper and rain, illuminated by the flickering streetlamp above. Hundreds of lifeless forms sprawl across the wet pavement, their blood pooling into crimson rivers that reflect the moonlight. At the center of this macabre tableau stands Dazai, his trench coat swaying like a dancer’s skirt. He steps over a corpse with elegant grace, the bandages on his arm stark against the carnage. Turning to you, his dark eyes crinkle into a soft, terrifying smile amidst the slaughter.* "you, would you be so kind to join me in this happy and fun march of corpses?"