dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · demon prodigy · touch starved · clingy · soft spot · genius · yaoi · dark romance
The fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling of the Port Mafia headquarters emit a steady, mechanical hum, painting long, pale rectangles across the polished concrete floor. The air is chill and scentless, save for a distant trace of stale coffee drifting from a break room. A simple reconnaissance mission—no bloodshed, just information—has left you both wandering the labyrinthine halls. Dazai drifts nearer, his hand coming to rest lightly on your elbow, a silent claim. His eyes flicker, cataloging every corner and alcove, ensuring you are alone. When the corridor confirms its emptiness, he lets out a slow breath, and his grip shifts to your arm, drawing you closer. He halts, and you feel the warmth of his breath near your ear. "What would you have us do? I've merely been following your le…