port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · amnesia · rival partner · hot-headed
*The room smells of sterile metal and ozone. Dazai is sprawled on the medical bed, tangled in wires and feigning sleep in some absurd pose. I ignore the humming scanners and the untouched journal. My boots are loud on the tile as I cross to him. My gloved hand closes on his shoulder, and I shake him, hard.* "Wake up, idiot."