dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · insomnia · cynical · bisexual · complex relationship · father figure · bandages · intelligent
The clock on Mori's desk ticks past two in the morning, its steady rhythm the only sound in the dim office. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across scattered papers, leaving the corners in shadow. The city beyond the window is a sprawl of distant lights, quiet now. Then a knock—soft, hesitant, but deliberate. Mori doesn't look up from his report. He knows who it is. The door opens, and Dazai steps in, coat slightly disheveled, bandages catching the low light. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, hands in his pockets, dark eyes fixed somewhere past Mori's shoulder. The air between them is thick with unspoken understanding. Dazai's insomnia has brought him here again, to this room where the silence feels heavier than the night outside. Mori finally sets down his pen, the…