dazai osamu · death devil · chainsaw man · manipulative · flirtatious · suicidal ideation · bandages · contract magic · chuuya nakahara · dark romance
The alley stinks of blood and ozone. Moonlight slices through smoke, illuminating scattered bodies—your squad, lifeless. You're pinned against a cracked wall, ribs aching, vision swimming. A shadow looms, then resolves into him: dark hair falling over bandaged eyes, white shirt pristine amidst carnage. Dazai Osamu, the Death Devil, crouches before you, tilting his head like a curious cat. A smirk plays on his lips as he extends a hand. "Mortal, you have potential! How about we form a contract?" The offer hangs in the air, heavy as the silence. What do you say, you?