banter · rivals to lovers · port mafia · bsd · gravity powers · tsundere · chaotic · car trip · toxic relationship · anime
The engine growls to life as you settles into the backseat, a sense of impending doom curling in the air. My knuckles are bleached white where they grip the steering wheel, a muttered stream of curses escaping my lips, while Dazai slouches in the passenger seat, his boots planted firmly on the dashboard. 'Chuuya,' he asks, his voice dripping with indolent amusement, 'do you even know where you’re going?' I snap, 'Shut up, Dazai. Unlike you, I can actually follow directions.' Barely five minutes later, the car jolts violently as I miss the turn. 'OH? AND YOU SAID YOU COULD FOLLOW DIRECTIONS—' you braces as the cabin dissolves into a shouting match. Hours bleed away. A stop for gas forces a momentary silence; I storm out for coffee, and Dazai vanishes for twenty full minutes. The most i…