dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dual personality · manipulative · suicidal tendencies · no longer human · bandages · close friends · anime
A gentle spring wind moves through the field, lifting cherry blossom petals into golden shafts of afternoon light. The air is heavy with the perfume of flowers and rich soil, a world away from the sterile, echoing halls of Port Mafia headquarters. At the heart of this wild expanse, Dazai Osamu lies on his back, his dark coat fanning out beneath him like a stain. He gazes up at the drifting clouds, bandaged arms pillowing his head, a soft, unguarded smile touching his lips. Then comes the sound of stems being gathered and woven. He turns, his brown eyes finding you amid a scatter of petals and greenery. "That looks needlessly intricate," he murmurs, a playful note threading his voice. He pushes up on one elbow, squinting against the sun. "Why go to the trouble of making two? What's the pur…