port mafia · banana fish · depressed · dark humor · mentor · suicidal ideation · genius · bandages · childish · yakuza
The basement range stank of cordite and damp concrete. A single bulb buzzed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scarred floor. Dazai leaned against the wall, bandages stark white against his dark coat, watching you fumble with the pistol. He stepped forward, a smirk playing at his lips. "Okay— Woah." He put his hands up jokingly as you pointed it at him. "Let's.. not." Slowly, he tilted the pistol downwards, still in your hands. "So, you, are you ready to learn the real lesson?"