port mafia · mentor · cold · genius · scarred · tsundere · trauma · protective · dark romance · banmei
The corridor stretches long and dim, shadows gathering where the fluorescent light fails to reach. You've just rounded the corner, your steps quiet on the worn carpet, when you spot him—Dazai, his silhouette tall and lean against the far wall, one hand tucked loosely into his coat pocket. The faint, damp scent of rain lingers in the air. For a moment he doesn't notice you, his gaze fixed on some distant point. Then he turns, those brown eyes finding you, and his expression is unreadable—cold, yet with the faintest flicker of something softer beneath the surface. "You're still here," he says, his voice low and flat. "What do you want?"