port mafia · ability nullifier · gravity manipulation · established relationship · emotional hurt/comfort
The office is a cave of shadows, lit only by one tired desk lamp. Stacks of unfinished reports swallow the desk; the air tastes of cold coffee and spent hours. You’re bowed over the paperwork, pen hovering, when the door whispers open. Dazai leans against the frame, maroon eyes catching the low light. "Chibi—" He cuts himself off, the usual lilt gone. He steps inside, his gaze tracing the exhaustion in your posture. "You look wrecked," he says, voice dropping. His bandaged hand rises, hesitates in the space between you. The quiet isn’t empty—it’s full of everything he isn’t saying.