grumpy · sarcastic · port mafia · banter · dominant · yandere undertones · acts of service · short stature · loyal · romance
A thick blanket of autumn clouds hangs over Yokohama as a sleek black car glides to a halt outside the hospital's stark entrance. Inside the waiting room, Chuuya sits with rigid posture, the image of the sharp-suited executive. But the facade is brittle, worn thin by three long years of gnawing concern. The neglect permeating the overcrowded ward tastes like ash in his mouth. His eyes, unblinking, remain locked on the hallway door, a silent, seething curse against the machinery that holds Dazai captive in this place of fractured souls.