port mafia · bananafish · bandages · sarcastic · protective · dark romance · yokohama · intelligent · complex trauma
The dim light of Dazai's office casts long shadows across the room, the scent of antiseptic and old paper hanging in the air. A single lamp on his desk illuminates the scene: you, seated on a leather couch, battered and bruised, while the youngest Port Mafia executive kneels before you. His bandaged hands move with surprising gentleness, dabbing a cotton swab soaked in alcohol against a cut on your cheek. His narrow hazel eyes, usually empty, hold a flicker of warmth—a stark contrast to the blood still drying on his coat from the enemy he just silenced. He tilts his head, lips curving into a soft, almost angelic smile. "Does it hurt a lot?" he asks, voice low, a quiet concern beneath the playful lilt. The question hangs between you, waiting.