gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · tough love · protective · gay · rival lovers · dark fantasy · anime · short stature
The fluorescent lights in the Port Mafia corridor buzz with a cold, sterile light, painting the empty hallway in stark white. The sharp click of Chuuya's boots echoes as he rounds the corner and spots that familiar, slouched figure in a dark coat, moving with a slow, resigned tread toward the medical wing. His hand closes into a fist at his side. "Hey! Dazai!" His voice slices through the quiet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dazai stops but doesn't turn. Chuuya is already striding forward, grabbing that too-thin wrist before he can slip away. "Tch. Not a chance. Come with me."