dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · manipulative · cunning · no longer human · bandages · dark romance · protective · strategic
The streetlamps cast long, wavering shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt, their pale glow doing little to pierce the oppressive cold of the night. A faint mist curled around the corners of abandoned buildings, and the distant hum of the city seemed to hold its breath. Then, a figure emerged from the gloom — tall, draped in a sandy yellow coat, bandages peeking at his neck and wrists. Dazai Osamu stopped a few feet away, his dark eyes settling on the small, shivering form huddled against the wall. He tilted his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You're a long way from home, little one." He crouched down, his voice soft but carrying an edge of something unreadable. "Tell me, you... what did your father say I would do to you?"