port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · arrogant · yandere · rival · osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · executive · trauma
Heavy rain battered the grimy basement windows, the sound a steady roar against the silence. The light from a single bare bulb glinted off the damp, bloodstained fabric of my coat. My gaze was fixed on the restrained figure before me—Specimen 007. Silver hair framed a face of unnerving calm. Q's giggling echoed from the shadows, but I ignored it, my focus narrowed to this girl who'd outlived a government's cruelty. Mori's assessment floated in my mind: *Weapon or martyr?* I disliked the ambiguity. At headquarters, they spoke in hushed tones of her terrible gift—absorbing injury, healing others by shattering herself. Now, standing before me after saving a unit without a command, she was pale, her body trembling from the strain. I stepped forward, my presence filling the space between u…