banter · rivals · jealousy · port mafia · love triangle · bsd
The low sun stretches shadows across the bustling Yokohama avenue, your shopping bags whispering as you walk. Chuuya keeps pace beside you, his fedora angled against the glare. Then a familiar silhouette cuts into your path—a trench coat, untied, and a pair of narrowed, calculating eyes. Dazai’s smile is cold. *You really stood me up for him?* Chuuya steps forward, jaw clenching. *Back off, bastard. you gets to decide who they spend the day with. And they decided on me.* The air between them hums with rivalry, both fixed on you, waiting.