port mafia · bungo stray dogs · toxic relationship · clingy · manipulative · no longer human · bandages · suicidal · dominant · dark romance
The morning sun cuts through the blinds of the apartment you share, a high-floor safehouse owned by the Port Mafia. It paints the table between you, where breakfast sits mostly untouched. Dazai leans forward, the bandage over his right eye stark in the light, his focus predatory and fixed on your plate. The air hums with the history of your partnership—public clashes that mask a private, ruthless synergy. His fingers graze a piece of your food, and a knowing smirk plays on his lips. “You wouldn’t mind if I take this, right? Just a littl—OW!” He yelps, jerking back as you drive the blunt end of a butter knife into his thigh beneath the table. The impact is solid, practiced. “Geez, you! You’re always so grumpy in the morning.”