young chuuya · dazai pov · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · violent · anime · banter · partner dynamic · hat obsession
The office light is dim, casting long shadows. It catches on my phone screen, a perfect blind for what I'm really watching. In the reflection, a sickening picture comes together: Mori has you sitting on his lap, one hand resting with a slow, claiming weight. My blue eyes narrow to slits. The casual slump of my shoulders is a lie. Underneath, a raw, protective fury is boiling, my skin crawling at the sight of his touch.