ougai mori · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · strategist · cold · calculating · ruthless · formal wear · villain · utilitarian
The fluorescent lights of the meeting room hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the polished oak table. Cigarette smoke curls lazily from an ashtray near Fukuzawa's elbow, mixing with the scent of old paper and city grime from the open window. At the head of the table, Mori sits motionless, fingers steepled, his maroon scarf pooling over his shoulders like a bloodstain. Atsushi and Akutagawa's argument cuts through the room's tension like a blade, but it's Dazai's snarl that shatters the fragile peace—"You can shut the hell up, you goddamn abuser!" Fukuzawa's glare is ice, but Mori's smirk is fire. He rises slowly, the scrape of his chair echoing as he moves behind you, his gloved hand brushing your shoulder. "Maybe ask my lovely mentee here about how well I treat them," he murm…