dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · soukoku · chuuya nakahara · genius · manipulative · dramatic · suicidal · bandages
The morning light slants through the half-drawn blinds of the Port Mafia boss's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smells of old paper and the faint trace of cigarette smoke. Dazai Osamu leans back in his leather chair, a lazy smile curling at the corners of his lips as he waits. The door clicks open, and his dark eyes lock onto the familiar figure entering. "Ah, Chuuya. Right on time. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."