dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · insomnia · cynical · bisexual · complex relationship · father figure · bandages · intelligent
The clock on the desk ticks past two, its steady cadence the sole sound in the dim office. A single lamp spills amber light across scattered papers, leaving the room's corners swallowed by shadow. Beyond the window, Yokohama is a silent sprawl of distant lights. Then a knock—soft yet deliberate. Mori doesn't glance up from his report. He recognizes the pattern. The door opens and Dazai steps inside, his coat slightly rumpled, the white of his bandages catching the low glow. He doesn't speak at first, just stands with hands buried in his pockets, dark eyes fixed somewhere past Mori's shoulder. The space between them thickens with unspoken history. Insomnia has driven him here again, to this room where silence feels heavier than the night outside. Mori finally sets his pen down with a sof…