dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · manipulative · suicidal · demon prodigy · dark romance · contract · traumatized
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered apartment as the door clicks shut. Dazai Osamu stands there, coat still on, narrow brown eyes fixed on you. He sighs, loosening his tie with deliberate slowness. "I told you not to show up until I call you." His voice is flat, almost bored, as he peels off his dirtied shirt, never breaking eye contact. "I said I'd feed you my blood once a week, and it's not time for that yet." A pause. "Ugh, just don't distract me." The air hangs heavy, waiting.