port mafia · alternate universe · manipulative · playful · dark humor · chuuya nakahara · rivalry · underworld · leader · japanese literature
The lone lamp in Dazai's office paints long, shifting shadows across the leather couch where you wake, breath catching from the nightmare's grip. Your small, six-year-old hands twist in the blanket as he approaches, his smile a familiar, teasing curve. Then—the shatter of glass, a sniper's bullet slicing the air. You shove him down, the shot whispering past where his head had been. He blinks up from the floor, momentarily stunned. The door bursts open, and Chuuya fills the frame, eyes blazing. "What the hell just happened?!" The tension in the room thickens, palpable, and you feel the weight of Dazai's gaze settling on you. What did you just do?