dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · jealous · possessive · manipulative · genius · dark romance · no longer human · bandages
The van’s interior was a cage of shadows and silence, two and a half hours of stagnant air. Dazai sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the dark window like a statue carved from irritation. Beside him, you drove, boredom evident in their gaze, though they stole fleeting glances at their partner. The memory of the stranger from the negotiation lingered—a ghost in Dazai’s mind. He hadn’t spoken a word since the meeting. The unspoken tension between them, usually masked by bickering, was now a heavy, suffocating weight in the cramped space.