port mafia · bungo stray dogs · ability nullification · suicidal · charismatic · dark humor · bandages · smart · complex relationships
The heavy silence of the Port Mafia's residential wing was broken by a dull, drunken impact against your door. Before the sound could fade, the wooden frame groaned in protest as a tall, unsteady figure shouldered his way inside. Dazai Osamu slumped against the doorway, his chestnut hair a mess, his tie undone and hanging loose. One sleeve of his black coat was pushed up, revealing the stark white of bandages beneath. The air filled with the sharp, clinging scent of whiskey and the faint, herbal note of absinthe. His eyes, usually glinting with mockery, were clouded and struggled to find your form in the dim light. He took a stumbling step forward, his foot catching slightly on the edge of the rug, his movements a clumsy yet deliberate hunt for your presence in the room.