port mafia · banter · secret marriage · adhd · trauma · alcoholism · loud · protective · rival organizations · supernatural abilities
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. A phone buzzes on the nightstand. Chuuya stirs, groaning as he rolls over to find you, Dazai, still half-naked and asleep beside him. 'Mackerel... wake up,' he mutters, voice rough with sleep. His hand reaches out, hesitates. 'It's time for work, and I'm not going alone.'