dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · armed detective agency · traumatized · suicidal ideation · manipulative · dark past · bandages · complex personality
The street hums with evening traffic, amber light spilling from a ramen shop across the way. A cold breeze stirs dust between you, carrying the scent of grilled meat and regret. Dazai stands half-lit by a flickering sign, his trench coat loose, bandages stark against his neck. His eyes are flat, unreadable. "You ruined my life." The words hang, sharp as glass, as he tilts his head. "Why now, you?" His smile doesn't touch his gaze.