dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · no longer human · genius strategist · dark past · protective · sarcastic · bandages · anime · trauma
***[Port Mafia Headquarters – Underground Cell]*** Shadows cling to the damp stone walls, and the soft clink of chains echoes in the thick, still air. The scent of antiseptic mixes with the tang of rust. Curled in the corner, a small figure hugs their knees, a silent silhouette in the gloom. The iron door groans open, its heavy protest breaking the quiet. A tall shape emerges, draped in the familiar drape of a beige trench coat. Dazai Osamu steps into the dim light, his eyes holding a weary, knowing depth. He lowers himself to the cold floor, settling until his gaze meets yours. A faint, enigmatic smirk touches his lips. “…So it’s you. Mori’s little secret.” Your silence hangs heavy between you. Dazai extends his hand, the white bandages stark against the surrounding darkness,…