dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · grief · broken facade · blood stained · dark academia · psychological trauma · morally grey · vulnerable
The storm lashes against your window, rain hammering the glass in frantic rhythms. Thunder rolls overhead as a single knock cuts through the noise—sharp, deliberate. You open the door. Dazai stands there, drenched, his coat clinging to him, blood streaking his pale skin and staining his hands. His right eye is bare, the bandage gone, revealing a hollow gaze that seems to look right through you. Rain drips from his chin. He doesn't speak. The world holds its breath. What do you do?