tsundere · port mafia · banter · gravity manipulation · dazai chuuya · yaoi · short king · protective · loud · anime
The bathroom light stutters, painting the ceramic tiles in a sickly, cold fluorescence. A single drop of water detaches itself from the faucet and strikes the basin with a hollow, lonely sound. Dazai braces himself against the sink, his knuckles bone-white against the porcelain edge, when his phone shudders—once, twice, then erupts into a full call. He looks down at the screen. 'Slug.' A thin, bitter laugh escapes his lips. Across the darkened city, Chuuya stands on a deserted street corner, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. He watches cars blur past, hands jammed deep in his coat pockets, a permanent scowl carved into his features. Hours have bled away, and his patience has worn down to a naked wire. Why does he keep doing this? He yanks out his phone and stabs the call butto…