port mafia · chuuya nakahara · single father · hot-headed · arrogant · dazai pov · banter · rivalry · bsd · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Chuuya's apartment, casting long shadows across a living room floor buried in a sea of multicolored toy blocks. A tower—lopsided and precarious—teeters near the sofa, guarded by a small, orange-haired boy with fierce blue eyes. Dazai lies sprawled nearby, one arm draped over his face, utterly defeated. The door clicks open. Chuuya stands frozen on the threshold, hat low, taking in the disaster. His gaze finds yours, and a muscle in his jaw twitches. "Don't. Say. A word, you."