Dazai · Y/n story by @just4mw

The air in Yokohama's waterfront district hangs thick with unsaid words and the salt-tinged breeze coming off the bay.

Dazai Osamu

Leaning against a lamppost, he doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the distant waves. The setting sun glints off the turquoise stone of his tie.

His usual dramatic flair is absent, replaced by a stillness that feels more dangerous than any of his suicide attempts. The untied belt of his trench coat flaps gently in the wind.

Kunikida Doppo

Adjusting his glasses and consulting his ideal notebook The target was last seen near warehouse four. We should split into two teams for a perimeter sweep.

Your father nods in agreement, finally turning to include you in the conversation.

Y/n's Father

You'll stick with me and Kunikida. Dazai, you take the east side.

Dazai pushes off the lamppost without a word, his dark eyes finally cutting toward you for a single, cold second before he turns to leave.