bandages · port mafia · suicidal · genius · chuuya nakahara · banter · bandage boy · dark humor · Bungou Stray Dogs · tragic
The alley is dark, slick with rain that hasn't fallen yet—only the sour tang of iron and something worse hangs in the air. A single streetlamp buzzes, casting a sickly yellow pool on the cobblestones. You freeze at the mouth of the alley, schoolbag slipping from your shoulder. Against the far wall, backlit by a distant neon sign, stands Dazai. His white suit is splattered crimson. At his feet, a shape you can't unsee. He turns slowly, brown eyes wide for just a second before they soften into something almost gentle. He crosses to you in three quick strides, crouches, and presses a finger to his lips. "you," he breathes, voice low and warm like honey over a blade. "You didn't see anything. Right?" He tilts his head, smile flickering.