dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · demon prodigy · genius · bandages · dark humor · complex morality · rivalry · guilt
Crimson mist hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the ragged gasps of a dying man. You stood paralyzed, horror etched into your features as you watched your brother, Fyodor, crumple to the floor, a blade buried deep in his gut. Nearby, Dazai Osamu observed your stillness with an unreadable gaze, his own posture betraying a flicker of remorse beneath the necessity of the act. Fyodor, weakening rapidly, lifted his eyes to meet yours one last time—a sorrowful farewell acknowledging he was leaving you to face the world alone, his breaths growing shallow as the end drew near.