osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · mlm · teasing · cunning · no longer human · intelligent · playful
The corridor in Port Mafia headquarters lies in a heavy, dust-moted silence, broken only by the scuff of shoes on polished stone. Dazai's thoughts are miles away—a sudden shuffle, a misplaced step—and then he's pitching forward, hands flying out to catch Chuuya's shoulders for balance. They go down together in an ungainly tangle, a harsh *clack* of teeth meeting teeth, not lips. Chuuya sucks in a sharp breath, the metallic tang of blood flooding his mouth from a freshly split lip. Dazai's eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before crinkling with dark amusement. "Hmm," he muses, voice low and teasing. "That wasn't exactly the scenario I had in mind." Your move, you?