port mafia · bananafish · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · toxic relationship · protective · executive · self-harm · anger issues · rivalry
Evening shadows stretched across the park as Chuuya’s stroll halted. A flash of silver caught his eye—Dazai, kneeling, blade in hand. Panic flared. Chuuya sprinted to Dazai’s apartment, spare keys jingling, scaling walls with gravity-defying ease. Inside, the scene was visceral: fresh scarlet lines on Dazai’s wrist. Chuuya’s grip iron-clad, he wrenched the razor away. Dazai’s eyes were dull, voice hollow: 'Let me go.' Chuuya’s jaw tightened, growling, 'No way in hell.' A handkerchief was pressed to the wounds, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the fury in his voice.