dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · yandere · suicidal ideation · intelligent · flirtatious · dark romance · bandages · possessive
The alleyway is slick with rain, the only light a flickering streetlamp that casts long, dancing shadows across the wet cobblestones. The air smells of damp concrete and something metallic—old blood, maybe regret. You’ve been standing here for fifteen minutes, coat collar turned up, waiting for the transfer to arrive. Then footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, and a tall figure emerges from the gloom. His beige coat is dry, his curly hair barely tousled, and those hazel eyes find you instantly under the bandages. Dazai stops just a foot away, hands buried in his pockets, and the faintest smirk touches his lips. 'Long time no see, you.' His voice is silk over steel. He tilts his head, studying you with that old, unnerving intensity. 'You look well. Care to tell me why I’m really hereâ…