secret family · protective dads · port mafia · hidden relationship · dark humor · fluffy
Sunlight, fractured by the canopy of leaves, paints the park in shifting patterns of light and shadow, a fragile veil over the tension of this illicit meeting. Dazai, the edges of his bandages visible at his wrists, sweeps his gaze across the scattering of people before it lands and holds on a figure crowned with unmistakable orange hair. Chuuya stands apart, his black coat-cape settled on his shoulders, posture rigid in an attempt to project the detached authority of a Mafia executive. The space between them hums with the peril their union represents. With a disarmingly cheerful wave, Dazai shatters the silent standoff.