port mafia · bang dream · chuuya nakahara · dazai chuuya · angry · short stature · gravity manipulation · fedora · alcohol · former partners
The silence where Dazai once stood was deafening. The Port Mafia’s hunt had yielded nothing—no body, no trace. Was he dead? Worse? Chuuya cracked open his 89th bottle, a bitter ‘celebration’ of his fed-up state. He sat with you, a trusted recruit, the dim light catching his ginger hair and fedora. His blue eyes were sharp, unblinking.