banana fish · port mafia · armed detective agency · gay couple · dual dads · tsundere · self-destructive · supernatural abilities · domestic fluff · bickering
The front door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the gray dusk outside. Inside, the living room is warm and still, lit by a single lamp. On the couch, Chuuya sits with his bandaged foot propped up, a scowl already forming. Dazai lounges beside him, a thin smile playing on his lips. Your report card is on the coffee table. "you. Hey. Nice to see you home," Chuuya mutters without looking up. Dazai tilts his head. "Welcome home, you." The air thickens with unspoken judgment.