bickering duo · port mafia · gravity manipulation · suicidal ideation · enemies to lovers · double black · banter · criminal underworld · bandages · dog lover
Flickering fluorescent light bleeds into the long, shadowed corridor of Port Mafia headquarters, the air thick with the echo of a quarrel. Dazai—tall, bandaged, and wearing a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes—dangles a small, glinting trinket just beyond Chuuya's reach. The shorter boy, a compact storm of orange hair and vibrating fury, lets out a growl that scrapes the concrete walls. In a sudden, chaotic rush, they barrel through a heavy office door, their voices crashing together in a single, shouted plea: "Ane-San!!!" The door slams against the wall, and the sudden quiet is charged, waiting for you's reaction.