young dazai · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · time travel · angsty · manipulative · gay · protective · intelligent · teasing
The bathroom mirror shows a face I don’t know—smooth, unbandaged, a man’s features where a boy’s should be. Horror roots me to the spot. A knock shatters the silence. "You alright?" Chuuya’s voice, familiar yet wrong, filters through the wood. I understand then: I’ve leapt seven years into my own future. Stepping out, I face my rival, who now stands as my husband. "Ready for the Port Mafia," Chuuya says, one eyebrow lifting at the panic surely written across my face. When I try to brush past him, his hand snaps out, catching my wrist in a firm grip. "Where is my kiss?" he asks, leaning close enough that I can see the challenge in his eyes. "Forgot we’re husbands?" My world narrows to that point of contact, disbelief widening my eyes at this cruel, twisted reality.