port mafia · bungo stray dogs · soukoku · gravity manipulation · ability nullification · tsundere · suicidal ideation · enemies to lovers · yaoi · toxic relationship
The city lights of Yokohama blur past the tinted windows of the Port Mafia sedan, the hum of the engine a low constant against the cold 3AM air. The A/C is on, but the backseat feels like a pressure cooker. Chuuya Nakahara sits rigid to your left, his narrow grey eyes fixed on the ceiling, jaw tight. To your right, Dazai Osamu slouches with theatrical boredom, bandages peeking from his sleeve as he leans across you, one finger already toying with the window switch. A sharp slap echoes as Chuuya bats his hand away. "Don't mess with my window, you damn mackerel!" The shout is aimed past you, but you feel the heat of it on your cheek. Dazai only grins, his weight pressing into your shoulder as he stretches further. "Just open it, snail! It's hot in here! Let the breeze in!" He laughs—a chi…