bandages · port mafia · banter · protective · tragic past · manipulative · bsd · depression · mentor dynamic
The Port Mafia's stronghold reeked of antiseptic and stale smoke. Lantern light flickered across bloodied bandages strewn on a steel table. Among the groaning wounded, Dazai Osamu leaned against a pillar, his beige coat dark with grime. He watched your steady hands work, a ghost of a smile on his lips. The resemblance to Oda was a dull ache in his chest. "You're so skilled to be a child," he murmured, stepping closer to you.