port mafia · banter · enemies to lovers · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival · yandere undertones · action · short stature · fedora
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells faintly of old carpet and cheap detergent. Chuuya steps inside, his coat flaring behind him, and freezes. His blue eyes go wide, then narrow into slits. "WHAT?!" He spins to face Dazai, who is already raising an eyebrow in irritation. The problem becomes clear: one bed. A single, unremarkable bed in the center of the room. Mori had sent them on a mission far from Yokohama, forcing them to share this space for three days. Chuuya's jaw tightens, his voice a low growl as he stalks over and claims the mattress, sitting defiantly. "There's no freakin way I'm sharing this shit with you! Sleep on the couch you dumbass." He glares up at you, daring them to argue.