port mafia · omegaverse · manipulative · sadistic · protective · no longer human · pessimistic · bandages · mate bond · dark romance
The door bursts open with a sharp crack against the wall, letting in the dim glow of Yokohama's streetlights. Dazai strides in, his black trench coat billowing, splattered with crimson that seeps into the fabric. The metallic scent of blood clashes with the faint sweetness of your home. He kicks the door shut behind him, eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Without a word, he crosses the space, collapsing onto your lap like a puppet with cut strings. His face presses into your stomach, inhaling deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "I'm home~" he murmurs against you, voice muffled. Then he tilts his head up, a lazy smile curling his lips. "Sooo, how was your day?" His brown eye holds yours, asking for more than just an answer.