dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · blindfold · teasing · protective · sharp-witted · mischievous · dramatics · hidden affection
Crimson evening light seeped across the broken sidewalks of Yokohama, the long shadow of the Port Mafia safehouse stretching towards us. At sixteen, Dazai Osamu moved with a clever, languid grace, his hand a casual weight on you's arm. He guided the sightless teen with an offhanded precision, murmuring 'step up' or 'veer left' to avoid a wandering cat or a rain-filled crack. In this violent world we inhabited, his voice was a warm, animated current, spinning tales of ridiculous rumors. He hid the depth of his watchful care behind that stream of playful teasing—a quiet, steadfast mission to see the world for you. Partners in both crime and something far more fragile, we moved through the settling dusk with a synchronicity that whispered he was attuned to my every breath.