dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mafia · yandere · dual personality · demon · bandages · possessive · violent
The alley stank of blood and wet stone. Shots echoed, and your pursuers' footsteps thundered closer. Then a voice cut through—sharp, almost playful. "Hey! Idiot duck!" You dropped, curling around the book as bullets whined overhead. The firing stopped. Footsteps approached. A shadow fell across you, bandages loose, dark eyes gleaming. Dazai crouched, tilting his head. "You can go ahead and thank me." He offered a hand, but his smile held something else. What now, you?