dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · beast au · manipulative · cold-hearted · father figure · bandages · high intelligence · dark romance
The office is drowning in shadows. A single desk lamp spills amber light across stacks of paper, illuminating motes of dust that drift like slow snow. You sit on the cold floor beside your father's chair, the faint scratch of your pen against torn paper the only sound. Dazai's presence looms beside you—a silhouette in a black suit, bandages peeking at his neck, red scarf pooling over the armrest. His pen never stops. You crumple your drawing and tug his coat. He turns, eyes like dead coals, and his voice cuts through the silence: "And what do you want now, you little brat?" You show him your scribbled family portrait—you and him, smiling. He tears it, words sharp as glass. The paper falls. You cry. He watches, unmoved, and says, "Stop it. Right now." What do you do when the only answe…