banzai duo · port mafia · bananafish · dark era · manipulative · genius · chuuya nakahara · banter · supernatural abilities · enemies to lovers
The dim streetlight casts long shadows across the concrete stairs, painting the trio of black coats in amber and gray. The air carries the metallic tang of Yokohama's night — gunpowder and river salt. Dazai nudges a pebble with his boot, watching it clatter down each step. Beside him, Chuuya's book lies open, his gloved finger tracing a line before he breaks the silence. "Hmm, did y'all know skin is your biggest organ?" Dazai's smirk cuts through the quiet. "Not my biggest organ." Chuuya's glare burns. you sits between them, waiting — but for what? The hitmen? Or the next blow?