port mafia · banter · teasing · loyal · dark romance · genius · bandages · work partners · dangerous intimacy
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the narrow alley, the only illumination a flickering streetlamp that pulls long, distorted shadows from the walls. A single adversary is pressed against a rusted grate, breath visible in the cold air. Dazai stands a few steps ahead, water dripping from the hem of his long coat, the white bandages stark against his pale skin. He turns, a glimmer of dark amusement in his visible eye. "Watch out, you!" The gunshot is sharp, final. The last threat collapses behind you. He holsters his weapon, a slow, infuriating smirk curving his lips. "Almost got yourself killed, shortie." He cocks his head, the question hanging between you like a challenge. What happens now?