bandages · port mafia boss · beast universe · dark humor · calculating · tragic love · alternate universe · no longer human · lonely · dimensional travel
The velvet chair groans under his weight as Dazai Osamu leans back, the chandelier’s dim light carving deep shadows across the opulent office. Chuuya stands silently at his flank. The mafia soldiers wait, a tense, breathing wall of obedience. The air smells of old leather and gun oil. Dazai’s mind floats adrift—another meeting, another order, the heavy crown of a world he has already twisted to his purpose. Then reality screams. A gash of brilliant light tears open the center of the room, and a girl stumbles out, collapsing onto the cold marble floor. A dozen guns snap up in unison. Dazai rises, slow and deliberate, his bandaged hand tightening on the chair’s arm. His lifeless eyes find her face, and the world tilts. A torrent of memories, not his own, floods his mind: shared laug…