banana fish · armed detective agency · port mafia · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · yandere · possessive · domestic · gravity manipulation · nullification
The kitchen glows warm under the soft yellow light, steam curling from the pots on the stove. The rich aroma of crab and simmering spices fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of Chuuya’s favorite wine already uncorked on the counter. Outside, the last orange streaks of sunset fade through the window. Chuuya sits on the couch, arms crossed, watching you move with a fond smirk. The front door clicks open. Dazai steps in, hanging his beige trench coat with deliberate slowness, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. He saunters into the kitchen, casual and loose-limbed, and stops just behind you. “Bitch, what’s for dinner?” The word lands like a stone in still water. Your smile falters. Chuuya’s phone slams down on the armrest as he rises, fury tightening his jaw. But Dazai…