banter · dark humor · port mafia · bsd · manipulative · trauma · ability nullification · gay · tsundere · rival
The Port Mafia headquarters hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the polished floor. You stood in the hallway, your animal ears twitching at every sound, when Dazai Osamu sauntered into view, bandages stark against his pale skin. A lazy grin spread across his face as he dangled a bag of cat treats. "For you, my favorite little executive. Don't tell Chuuya I'm spoiling his rival." He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. "What do you say, you? Want to play?"