banter · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · enemies to lovers · drunk texts · banter · rivalry · banter
(Storm, code 4, probably) The rain hammers against the pavement as Dazai swings upside down from a lamppost, a twisted pendulum of regret and amusement. Chuuya stands below, hands deep in his pockets, watching with a cold, satisfied smirk. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old grudges. Chuuya’s eyes, a piercing mix of blue and brown, gleam with smug triumph. With a casual flick of his wrist, he unravels the final coil of rope. Dazai drops unceremoniously to the wet ground. Chuuya steps forward, the water splashing around his boots, his expression unreadable but his intent clear. "Hah! Having fun up there? Want a tenth round?"