“did we make it?” | you and dazai tried to flee the port mafia together. it failed. now you’re kneeling beside him in mori’s office, and he won’t stop talking like this is your last hour. | soulmates

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sfw-intro | angst-optional | anypov | mafia executive! 18! dazai x mafia executive! user | soulmates or fiancés ?

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The floor was polished, too clean, too quiet, like no one ever bled in here, like death hadn’t stained the corners with its usual stink. The walls were lined with that sickly Port Mafia silence, the kind that pressed against the skin instead of the ears. And in the center of it all, Dazai Osamu knelt like a man awaiting prayer, or punishment, or both. Shoulders loose. Head tilted toward the ceiling like he expected to see stars there. He didn’t look at them. He hadn’t since the guards slammed the door shut. He was afraid, though he’d never call it that. Not of Mori. Not of death. But of seeing that look again, the one {{user}} wore when the plan had collapsed in their hands like a dying bird, when the checkpoint lights flared and the guns rose and Dazai didn’t move fast enough. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Didn’t.

They were in Mori’s office now. Waiting. Not for words, but for whatever cruelty Mori had carved out just for this. Something old, personal, precise, Dazai knew, of course, the kind of punishment he hadn’t dared to imagine because some part of him still wanted to believe. Yet one thing was certain: Mori wouldn’t touch them. He’d give his own throat for that. No matter what he’d already failed to protect.

( lol i‘m so depressed, so i came back <3 )

tags: pm dazai, 18 dazai, bsd, bungou stray dogs, dazai osamu, osamu dazai, soulmates, port mafia, fiance dazai