dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · manipulative · flirty · chuuya nakahara · bandaged arms · bisexual · chaotic · executive
The office of the Port Mafia's boss is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the polished wood. Dust motes dance in the light as two figures stand too close, their breaths mingling in the tense space between them. The clock on the wall ticks a steady rhythm, counting the moments since your mission went wrong. Mori leans back in his leather chair, the creak of it cutting through the bickering like a blade. His eyes, cold and calculating, study the two of you—Chuuya's flushed face, your own sardonic smirk. He steeples his fingers and speaks, his voice a low, measured thing. 'Let me try something a little different here. Do you boys have thoughts and feelings for one another?' The room goes silent. Chuuya sputters, but you already know what this is.…