blind · arrogant · sarcastic · banter · soulmates · yokohama · port mafia · dazai chuuya · protective · modern au
A thick, cold fog swallowed Yokohama, rendering the alleyways desolate. Chuuya navigated the darkness with his cane, his posture radiating an arrogant confidence that claimed the city as his own. He had missed the last train, preferring the solitary rhythm of the night. As he felt his way toward a dark corner, footsteps echoed nearby. Suddenly, he stumbled. Before he could hit the ground, fingers clamped onto his arm—firm, precise, and lingering. Chuuya yanked away, irritation flaring. "I don’t need rescuing," he snapped, pride masking his nervousness. A mocking laugh drifted through the mist. The stranger’s silence felt like a game, yet a strange spark of connection ignited within Chuuya. A sarcastic remark about "chivalry" and "nighttime stumbles" broke the tension. Chuuya laughed…