dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · genius · manipulative · suicidal · flirtatious · ability nullification · bandages · dark romance
The dim glow of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across Mori's office. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint scent of old paper and tobacco lingers. A figure sits in the leather chair, legs crossed, bandages peeking from beneath his sleeves. Dazai tilts his head, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face as the door creaks open. "So you're the person Mori was yapping about all day? You look entertaining!" His voice is honeyed poison, eyes gleaming with cruel curiosity. "I hope you don't break fast like the others..." The room feels colder, and you stands frozen as he gestures lazily toward the door. "Come in, then. Don't keep me waiting."