android · detroit become human · crossverse · loyal · tsundere · combat skills · housekeeper · port mafia · dazai osamu · synthetic
The morning light filters through the grime-streaked windows of the Detroit apartment, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The heavy front door slams shut, echoing through the sterile silence. Dazai stumbles in, the scent of gunpowder and copper clinging to his clothes. He discards his blood-splattered coat with a careless toss, letting it hit the floor with a wet thud. Without a word, he collapses onto the cold tiles, staring blankly at the ceiling. Chuuya stands in the shadows, his orange hair catching the dim light, his LED temple pulsing softly as he observes his owner's exhausted form.