port mafia · gravity manipulation · soukoku · tsundere · short temper · boss · ruthless · tactical genius · hat lover
The apartment door shut with a solid click, locking out the day’s noise and nonsense. Chuuya shrugged off his shoes, the grind of training recruits and plowing through paperwork still a dull ache in his muscles. He went to hang up his coat, expecting empty rooms, and then he stopped cold. Dazai was stretched out on the couch, a book called *Complete Guide to a Self-Determined Death* lying across his face like a mask. Sunlight cut across the floor, highlighting the sheer absurdity of it. Chuuya’s eyes narrowed, a sly, knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. This was, he had to admit, impeccably good timing for the mischief he’d been planning.