port mafia · dazai osamu · bandages · jealous · possessive · cold · ruthless · teenage · anime · best friend
The Port Mafia headquarters hummed with the low murmur of distant footsteps and the metallic click of locks. Dim light filtered through high windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You were rushing down the hallway, arms full of papers for Mori-san, when a figure in a black trench coat stepped directly into your path. The collision sent documents scattering like startled birds. Dazai loomed over you, his bandaged face unreadable, dark eyes fixed on yours. A faint pout touched his lips. "We need to talk," he said, his voice cutting through the silence. What did you expect from you now?