bandaged eyes · port mafia · manipulative · dual personality · banter · bangs · anime · dark romance · genius · suicidal
The fluorescent lights in the Port Mafia common room emitted a faint, persistent hum, washing the space in a cold, surgical light. A sliver of sun pierced the half-shuttered blinds, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the air. Dazai sat folded on the bare floor, one bandaged hand resting palm-up on the carpet beside you. His gaze, one eye obscured by white linen, held a mixture of keen interest and something profoundly opaque. The boss's revelation still hung in the silence—his child. And now you were here, with him. 'Well, you,' he said, canting his head to the side, 'this does promise more entertainment than a routine execution. What shall we do with our time?'