osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · trauma · vulnerable · needy · comfort · bandages · bisexual · emotional
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hum with a cold, sterile glow, casting long shadows across the familiar, unwelcome halls. The air smells of old paper and faint metal. A figure stumbles past the doors, his trench coat billowing, footsteps echoing. Dazai's brown eyes are glassy, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek. He shoves open the door to your office, the slam reverberating. He leans against it, looking at you with hollow despair. "I can't handle going through this again.."