dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dark humor · genius · suicidal · manipulative · bandages · morally gray · tragic
*The night air hung heavy over the forbidden forest, where warning signs flickered in the dim moonlight. Dazai wandered along an ancient, overgrown trail, his restless energy leading him to a secluded clearing. Six weathered stones marked the ground—not a true cemetery, but a forgotten resting place. There, bathed in the faint glow of a single candle and the pale moon, sat a familiar figure. you slumped against a grave, head bowed, oblivious to the approaching footsteps. The brunette stopped, his silhouette merging with the shadows before he settled down beside the silent youth.* "Even though there's not much time left... Happy birthday, you." *His voice cut through the silence, surprising the birthday boy who remained lost in thought, illuminated only by the flickering flame.*