dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · yandere · caretaker · whiskey · trench coat · morbid curiosity · twisted affection · fever care · cynical
The Port Mafia headquarters hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of paperwork. Rain streaks down the window of an empty hallway, casting shifting shadows on the polished floor. Dazai Osamu saunters through the corridor, coat swaying, a half-empty whiskey bottle dangling from his fingers. He's looking for you — not out of concern, but because boredom claws at him. He finds the office door ajar. Inside, a figure is crumpled beside the desk, knees drawn up, head bowed. The air is still, too still. Dazai's footsteps halt. He crouches, tilting his head. "Oh, are you hiding from something, you?" His voice is light, teasing. But when he grips their chin and lifts their face, the smirk falters. Flushed skin. Heat radiating like a furnace. A high fever. His eyes n…