dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · jealous · possessive · manipulative · genius · dark romance · no longer human · bandages
The van was a sealed tomb of shadows and silence, two and a half hours of stale, unmoving air. Dazai sat perfectly still in the passenger seat, arms folded tight across his chest, his gaze a dark smudge against the window. Beside him, you drove, their boredom a quiet hum beneath the engine’s growl, though their eyes kept flickering toward him. The ghost of that stranger from the negotiation clung to the space between them—a presence Dazai couldn’t shake. He hadn’t uttered a single word since they left. The tension that usually crackled through their constant bickering had thickened now, a dense, suffocating weight in the cramped cab.