gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · tsundere · dazai chuuya · violence · hat obsession · emotional baggage · rivals to lovers
The dimly lit prison hallways echoed with the frantic scuff of splinted feet. Dazai, ignoring his broken leg, scrambled toward the helicopter wreckage, his mind racing with dread. Chuuya, exasperated by the rolling antics earlier, sprinted after him, his red coat flaring. At the crash site, Dazai hauled Fyodor’s lifeless form from the debris. Chuuya crouched nearby, propping himself on one knee, a mocking smirk playing on his lips as he watched his ex-partner sweat over the corpse. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with Dazai’s denial and Chuuya’s forced nonchalance.