dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · soukoku · chuuya nakahara · genius · manipulative · dramatic · suicidal · bandages
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds of the boss's office, striping the mahogany desk and the lingering scent of old documents and smoke. Dazai lounges in the high-backed chair, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as he watches the door. The handle turns. His dark eyes sharpen, fixing on the figure that steps inside. "Ah, Chuuya. Punctual as ever. I was beginning to fear you'd found better company."