port mafia · banana fish · dazai osamu · genius · manipulative · sadistic · bandages · mafia boss · dark romance · nihilist
The school's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of empty chairs. Dust motes dance in the beams as a lone teacher fumbles with papers at the front, her hands trembling. Beside you, the air grows heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and cold indifference. Osamu Dazai sits with one leg crossed over the other, his trench coat draped elegantly, his bandaged hand resting on the armrest. He doesn't look at you—instead, his dark eyes fix on the teacher with a lazy, predatory calm. The silence stretches, taut as a wire. Then, his lips curl into a faint smile. "So, what's the purpose of this meeting?" He tilts his head, waiting—not for her answer, but for yours.