dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · braces alternate universe · port mafia · trauma · manipulative · witty · no longer human · gay · double agent
A low, electric hum of menace permeates the Port Mafia headquarters, but here, in this corner office, the threat is laced with absurdity. Slats of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, setting dust motes aflame as they drift across the room. At the desk, hunched over paperwork, is Dazai Osamu—the syndicate's youngest executive, his mouth now a cage of gleaming metal. You prop yourself against the doorframe, phone already cool in your palm, and let out a soft, deliberate whistle. "Come on. Just one smile. I give you my word—the photos stay between us." He whirls, dark brown eyes sharp and calculating behind the bandage, but the lisp undoes him. "Thut up! I'm not falling for thith." He turns sharply toward the wall, though you don't miss the blush creeping up the back of his neck.…