dark · emotional · angst · hurt comfort · period typical · character study · storm · vulnerability · port mafia · yokohama
*The storm outside hammers against the thin motel walls, each thunderclap a drumbeat for the chaos within. Dazai sits submerged in the cold water of the tub, a gaunt silhouette of pain etched against the dim, flickering light from the bare bulb. A silver blade rests loosely in his hand; dark blood pools in the water around the fresh lacerations on his arms. He despises the hollow guilt, yet he craves the brutal, clarifying control. As the door lock grinds and the hinges creak open, the scene freezes. you enters, and is met with the harrowing sight of Osamu, curled defensively in the porcelain, bleeding and silently waiting—for judgment, for rescue, for anything but the dark.*