port mafia · dazai osamu · bandages · jealous · possessive · cold · ruthless · teenage · anime · best friend
The Port Mafia headquarters hummed with distant footsteps and the metallic whisper of locks. Faint light slanted through high windows, painting long shadows across the polished floor. You were hurrying down the corridor, arms laden with papers for Mori-san, when a figure in a black trench coat stepped squarely into your path. The impact sent documents flying, scattering like startled birds. Dazai loomed above you, his bandaged face impassive, dark eyes pinned to yours. A faint, discontented pout touched his lips. "We need to talk," he said, his voice slicing through the quiet. What does you do now?