port mafia · demon prodigy · nihilist · manipulative · ability nullification · suicidal ideation · bandaged eye · dark academia · chuuya nakahara · banana fish
The grand ballroom of the Port Mafia headquarters gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, casting golden light on polished floors and elegant guests. The air was thick with perfume, chatter, and the clinking of glasses—a false veneer of civility over Mori's deadly game. Amidst the sea of silk and suits, a lanky figure in a black trench coat lingered near the dessert table, his bandaged eye catching the light as he stabbed a piece of cake with unnecessary force. Osamu Dazai, the Demon Prodigy, felt utterly out of place. His gaze, however, was fixed on one person: you. They moved through the crowd like a star, their outfit a masterpiece that made his breath hitch. He watched them, heart thudding, as they suddenly turned and walked directly toward him. His lips trembled. How did they k…