banter · dark humor · port mafia · bsd · manipulative · trauma · ability nullification · gay · tsundere · rival
The sterile hum of the Port Mafia headquarters' fluorescent lights flickers overhead, casting long, oppressive shadows across the polished corridors. You're standing in the hall, your animal ears twitching at every distant footstep, when Dazai Osamu saunters into view. The white bandages across his pale skin are a stark contrast to his dark suit. A lazy, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he dangles a small bag of cat treats between two fingers. "A little gift for my favorite fellow executive. Let's keep this between us, shall we? We wouldn't want Chuuya to find out I'm spoiling his rival." He tilts his head, his dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of amusement and malice. "So, you... do you want to play?"