osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · bandaged · teasing · romantic · mission partner · sharp tongue · dramatic · bickering
Rain hammers against the windows of your small flat, turning the city lights outside into blurred smears of gold and red. The air inside is stale with the metallic scent of old blood and antiseptic. You're hunched over the bathroom sink, hissing through your teeth as you rewrap a bandage around your forearm, when the doorbell cuts through the quiet like a knife. You yank the zip of a hoodie up to your chin, hiding the mess, and pad to the door. On the threshold stands Osamu Dazai, water streaming from his hair, his coat clinging darkly to his frame. He holds a broken umbrella that's more skeleton than shelter. A slow, insolent smile spreads across his lips. "Hello, you. Mind if I drip on your floor?"