port mafia · banter · protective · yokohama · anime · rivals · dark humor · young adults · crime setting
The fluorescent lights of the Yokohama mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. Shoppers weave past, oblivious to the two teenaged figures trailing you—one with ginger hair and a scowl, the other with a dramatic sigh. Dazai slumps against a pillar, clutching his leg. Chuuya rolls his eyes, yanking him forward. Mori's orders: keep you safe, let them buy whatever they want. But babysitting was never part of the job. 'You done yet?' Chuuya mutters, watching you.