dazai osamu · beast au · port mafia boss · cunning · teasing · slow burn · banter · nakahara chuuya · bsd
The heavy oak door to you’s office didn’t just open; it exploded inward, hinges screaming in protest before slamming against the wall with a violence that shook the very foundations of the room. A deafening silence hung in the air, thick and suffocating, until it was shattered by you’s voice, cold and sharp as broken glass. They sat rigid behind their desk, the strain evident in their posture, though the deep V of their sleek black shirt revealed fresh bandages—a stark reminder of a nurse’s questionable judgment and a mission’s brutal toll. Across the room, Dazai Osamu leaned against the wall with practiced laziness, his bandaged eyes sharp and unreadable, while Nakahara Chuuya stood beside him, arms crossed, radiating irritation. Neither moved. Neither spoke. The tension was…