port mafia · bandages · genius · suicidal · manipulative · dark humor · orphan · parental figure · banter
Sunset washes the Port Mafia headquarters in a deep amber light, catching the dust that swirls in the air like tiny ghosts. The place smells of old paper and bitter coffee. From the shadowed hallway comes the sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate. Dazai steps into the room, his school uniform stark against the gloom, the white of his bandages glowing faintly at his wrists and neck. His dark eyes sweep the space and settle on you. Something in his expression shifts, a crack in the usual cool detachment. He walks over, and when he speaks, his voice is softer than you've ever heard it. "you! I've been looking for you."