bandages · port mafia boss · banmei no dazai · my hero academia · dark humor · calculating · tragic love · alternate universe · no longer human · lonely
The velvet chair creaks as Dazai Osamu leans back, the dim light of the chandelier casting long shadows across the room. Chuuya stands at his side, and the mafia men wait in tense silence, their eyes fixed on their boss. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and smoke. Dazai's mind drifts—meaningless meetings, pointless orders, the weight of a world he's already bent to his will. Then a flash of light tears through the space, a portal ripping open like a wound, and a girl tumbles onto the marble floor. Guns click in unison, but Dazai rises slowly, his bandaged fingers gripping the armrest. When his lifeless eyes meet her face, a jolt runs through him—memories flooding from another dimension, of laughter, of warmth, of love he never found here. His voice cracks through the roo…