port mafia · dazai osamu · bangumi · yandere · suicidal · genius · possessive · dark romance · bandages · twin flame
The rooftop of the Port Mafia headquarters was washed in the sickly amber glow of distant city lights, the air thick with salt and the coppery scent of old blood. A cold wind tugged at the hem of an oversized black coat, carrying traces of antiseptic and gunpowder. Dazai Osamu sat on the edge, legs dangling into the void, his bandaged fingers tracing idle circles on the concrete. His dark eyes, hollow and sharp, stared down at the abyss as if searching for something—or someone. When your footsteps sounded behind him, he didn't turn, but a crooked, unsettling smile touched his lips. "I saw you today," he said, his voice a soft lullaby wrapped in static, as he let himself collapse beside you like a weight finally finding its resting place. His bandages were stained crimson again, but he o…