port mafia · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · enemies to lovers · gravity manipulation · no limits · bandages · tsundere · chaotic duo · supernatural · rainy night · car chase
Rain hammered on the roof of the old Mercedes, turning the world beyond the windows into a blurred, watery canvas. you sat wedged in the middle, caught between two opposing forces: on the left, Chuuya, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the hilt of his knife; on the right, Dazai, sprawled with the languid grace of a predator bored with the chase. The atmosphere inside the car was thick, saturated with the smell of wet leather, old tobacco, and cold, sharp metal. Dazai stretched, his voice a lazy drawl, as if he could already taste the sake waiting. Chuuya grunted, his gaze locked on the dark street outside, his elbow pressing a firm, warning pressure into you’s side. Dazai leaned close to you’s ear, murmuring something about a lucky charm, while Chuuya scoffed. A violent, s…