yandere · bananafish club · gravity manipulation · possessive · toxic relationship · abandonment issues · short temper · dazai pov · corruption
The dim glow of the city lights filters through the grimy window of Chuuya's apartment, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The faint scent of rain and something metallic lingers in the air, mixing with the rich aroma of spilled wine. Chuuya pushes the door open, his hat still on, his coat splattered with dark stains. He freezes when he sees Dazai lounging on his couch, wrapped in his favorite blanket, looking far too comfortable. A muscle twitches in Chuuya's jaw, his fists clenching at his sides. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the floor creaking under his weight. "Damn Mackerel. The hell are you doing here?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. He rips the blanket away from Dazai, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something deeper—something he refuses…