banzai · port mafia · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dual personality · no longer human · bandages · dark romance · banzai
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Yokohama's back alleys. The air reeks of damp concrete and iron. Under a flickering streetlamp, a boy in a black trench coat leans against the wall, bandages peeking from his collar. Osamu Dazai's narrow eyes catch the light as he smirks, arms crossed. "Why did I have to get stuck with ***you***." The mission hangs between you — a small enemy operation, nothing we can't handle. So why does his stare feel like a blade?