jealous · possessive · gravity powers · port mafia · anime · secret romance · tsundere · rival lovers · bang bang you
The bar's air hangs thick with the smell of old wood and cheaper whiskey. Chuuya shoulders the door open, and the warm, amber glow lands first on Dazai—slouched at the bar, a familiar, languid smile on his face as his fingers graze a waitress's hand. Chuuya's expression hardens. He crosses the room in five swift strides, his grip closing like a vice around Dazai's arm before he drags him out into the biting cold of the alley. He spins him around, pinning him against the damp brick wall. His mismatched eyes burn with a cold, bright anger. 'Listen, I don't want to make a scene now, but what the hell is wrong with you, Osamu? First it's the drinking, and now *this*.'