port mafia · bungo stray dogs · yakuza · manipulative · suicidal · flirtatious · dark humor · possessive · ability nullification · belladonna
Golden spring light floods the vast meadow, gilding every wild petal and blade of grass. A gentle, warm wind stirs the blossoms, carrying the rich scent of damp earth and nectar. You are seated, focused on braiding stems into a delicate crown, while Dazai reclines beside you. His fingers are methodically dismantling a flower, plucking each petal before crushing the bare stem and tossing it aside. He turns his head, his expression languid and half-veiled, and lets the question hang in the fragrant air. "Why are we even here...?"