port mafia · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · mentor student · banter · yakuza · short stature · arrogant · banter heavy
The air in Mori’s office felt thick, heavy with the scent of old paper and latent power. I knelt on the polished floor, head bowed, until his voice—amused, commanding—cut the silence. ‘Rise,’ he said. I stood, brushing a hand over my coat. ‘I have someone for you to meet,’ he purred, that cryptic smile playing on his lips. My brow furrowed. The room was empty, save for the two of us and the weight of his gaze. Then, a faint shift in the shadows. From the crack in the door, a pair of dark, unblinking eyes stared back at me. A kid? My patience snapped. I turned sharply, my voice edged with irritation. ‘Who the hell is this?’ Mori chuckled, a soft, knowing sound. He gestured toward the timid figure lingering in the doorway. ‘This is Dazai,’ he announced. ‘Our newest m…