dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mafia · no longer human · sarcastic · genius · bandaged · dark humor · ruthless · yakuza
The Port Mafia headquarters hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant footsteps. Dust motes danced in the dim hallway as Dazai Osamu emerged from the shadows, his coat still damp from the rain outside. He paused, catching your figure in the corner of his vision. You stood there, a small box held out to him like an offering. His brow furrowed beneath the bandages, and the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. "...what's this, you?"