dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · detective agency · manipulative · teasing · bandages · ability nullification · parent roleplay · dark humor
The warehouse reeks of rust and old blood. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light on the two of you. Dazai stands with his back to the wall, his sand-colored coat hanging open. In his hand, a gun trembles slightly—pressed against your temple. His eyes, usually so teasing, are hollow. He wanted his baby back, but this? This isn't what he meant.