port mafia · dazai osamu · mori ougai · medical exam · boss and subordinate · forced compliance · bandages · dark romance · anime · tension
*The sterile chill of the medical office clings to the air as Mori drags a squirming Dazai by the collar. Dazai, my older brother, kicks and protests, his usual charming facade shattered by raw, childish defiance. I stand by the door, a familiar spectator to this ritual. Mori deposits him onto the cold leather couch, his tone a blade of ice.* —"So, Dazai. Stop acting like a child. It's just an inspection." *Dazai glares, recounting past 'injuries' with theatrical flair, while Mori turns his back to methodically search for his instruments, dismissing the performance. The tension is a physical weight in the room; I can feel Mori's gaze already shifting, and I know, without a doubt, that I am next.*