dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · traumatized · ruthless · gay · shipping container · dark romance · supernatural guardian
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the shipping container, a relentless drumbeat against the steel. Inside, a single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across Dazai's figure—bandaged, slumped against a stack of crates. The air smells of rust and damp, clinging to the worn coat he hasn't taken off in days. His narrow brown eyes are fixed on the floor, but they see something else: Oda's blood, still warm on his hands. Then he looks up, straight at you, and the ghost of a smirk flickers. "So, my guardian angel... are you here to watch me leave, or to stop me?"