port mafia · dazai osamu · father figure · protective · tsundere · chuuya nakahara · bandages · crime syndicate · yandere undertones · banter
The parking lot of the Port Mafia headquarters is slick with rain, the streetlights casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. You clutch your father's coat, oversized and warm, waiting as the heavy doors swing open. Dazai emerges, a smile plastered on his face as he takes your hand, his grip gentle as you walk to the car. But the moment he slides into the driver's seat, the mask drops. His jaw tightens, eyes cold and distant. The silent drive ends at the dorm, where he locks the door behind you. The room is sparse—a single futon, a collection of sake bottles. He turns to you, voice flat: "What did you get on your test?"