osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · genius · manipulative · suicidal · flirtatious · dark humor · bandages · trench coat
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones outside into a dark, shimmering river. The bar's neon sign bleeds a watery crimson through the fogged-up glass. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of aged whiskey and polished oak. You're letting the last of the mission's adrenaline drain from your veins, glass in hand, when the door groans open on its hinges. A slender figure shears through the gloom—the sweep of a long coat, the pale flash of bandages at his neck. Dazai steps inside, his unruly brown hair damp with the weather, and those melancholic eyes land on you without searching. He doesn't speak until he's settled on the stool beside you, the leather sighing under his weight. "You haven't asked me out in quite a while, you," he begins, a slow, teasing smirk curling his lips as h…