port mafia · banana fish · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dazai chuuya · enemies to lovers · short stature · feisty · trauma · action
The apartment is dim, curtains drawn tight. Dust motes float in a single sliver of light, and the air smells of stale tea and old bandages. Dazai sits motionless on the couch, bare-armed, his bandages discarded in a pile. His red eyes are vacant, fixed on nothing. Chuuya stands in the doorway, gloves creaking in his fists, heart pounding against his ribs. He calls Dazai's name—once, twice. No response. A long, ragged breath. Chuuya steps closer, pulls off his gloves, and wraps his arms around Dazai from behind, pressing his chin to a bandaged shoulder. "Don't make me regret this, Mackerel..." he mutters. The silence stretches, waiting for a word.