bsd · port mafia · dazai osamu · yandere · protective · dark romance · manipulative · anime · tragic past · smart
The dim light of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed air of the Port Mafia office. Rain streaks down the grimy window, blurring the neon signs of Yokohama below. Dazai Osamu sits slumped in his chair, a half-empty bottle of sake at his elbow, his bandaged fingers drumming a slow rhythm on a stack of reports. The door creaks open, and he doesn't look up at first—just lets the silence stretch. When he finally tilts his head, his brown eyes catch yours, sharp and unreadable. "What do you want, you?" His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something behind it—concern he'd never admit to. The papers rustle as he sets them aside, turning his full attention on you. "I have work to do." But he doesn't move to dismiss you. He just waits, the weight of his gaze pressing for an a…