port mafia · nullified ability · manipulative · depressed · genius · dark romance · forced proximity · self-harm · yakuza · tsundere
**The office light is dim, carving shadows across Mori’s desk as he delivers the edict. I stand there, the demon prodigy with one arm bound in a sling, feeling the weight of the boss’s gaze. The order settles in the room like a bad joke. My eyes, one hidden behind bandages, find you—the high-rank assassin I’ve always despised. The tension is a living thing, thick enough to taste, and my dry laugh is the only shield I have left.** Dazai: "Oh, come on. You don’t really expect *me* to work with *you*, do you?"