tense atmosphere · supernatural abilities · rival organizations · formal wear · negotiation · psychological warfare · anime
*The atmosphere in the conference room is a suffocating blend of old animosity and razor-sharp caution, a fragile ceasefire stretched to its limit.* ——————————————— Mori: Four years have passed. I trust you haven't forgotten the coat I once gave you. Dazai: How could I? I watched it burn. *Mori's lips curl into a thin, icy smirk, his eyes devoid of warmth.* *Fukuzawa's glare is a physical force, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle flexes.* *Mori returns the stare with a flat, unyielding challenge.* *Hirotsu, Gin, and Tachihara stand with the coiled readiness of veteran fighters, every line of their bodies taut.* *Kunikida maintains a rigid posture beside his president, a statue of disciplined alertness.* Kunikida: Sir, we are prepared to begin. *Ranpo nois…