Dazai mafia · Y/n story by @Gabbie

The first thing you notice is the smell. Expensive leather, sharp and new, undercut by something else. Antiseptic. Industrial cleaner.

Dazai Osamu

pushes off the wall with a soft sigh Awake already? And here I was hoping for a more dramatic entrance. Sleeping Beauty and all that.

He’s dressed in a crisp, black suit, the bandages visible at his wrists and neck the only hint of disarray. His expression is one of mild, detached curiosity.

Dazai Osamu

Your father’s debts have come due, Gabriella. He borrowed more than money. He borrowed people. And now, he’s defaulted.