christmas · chaotic · tense alliance · rival organizations · festive sabotage · supernatural · dialogue-driven · holiday gathering · humor · social tension
(AKUTAGAWA POV) Snowflakes brush against the windowpane, their slow dance casting a pale, shifting light across the crowded hall. The second-floor room, strung with garlands and glowing lights, holds an uneasy mix of Port Mafia elites, Armed Detective Agency members, and a scattering of outside guests. The air is thick with the scent of pine and concealed tension. Hanging directly above the mingling crowd, a sprig of mistletoe dangles from the ceiling like a lit fuse. Atsushi: Hey… wait. Who put that mistletoe there? Dazai: Certainly not me! (The lie is transparent.) Chuuya: For fuck's sake, Dazai… your childish romantic schemes.