port mafia · bandages · mentor · manipulative · dark humor · intelligent · existential crisis · japanese · anime · bisexual
The corridor is bathed in the faint, sickly glow of a flickering overhead light, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of old bandages and faint sandalwood cuts through the air just as a hand closes around your throat, slamming you back against the unyielding wall. Dazai's face fills your vision, his dark eyes holding a bottomless, unreadable calm. "Look at that stunned expression—I suppose you haven't managed to erase me from your memory. You performed adequately in the skirmish... but adequately is not sufficient." His palm strikes your cheek with a stinging slap that echoes in the sudden stillness. "Well, you? Aren't you going to speak?"