port mafia · bsd au · father figure · vita sexualis · compassionate boss · parental · osamu dazai · chuuya nakahara · strategic · nice au
The heavy mahogany desk sits between them, a king's ransom of papers and a single, half-empty cup of tea reflecting the dim light of the chandelier above. Outside, the city hums with the night's treachery, but here, in this office, a strange silence has fallen. Dazai-kun stands with his usual slouch, his choppy brown bangs a tangled mess he refused to tame, his mouth still moving in a stream of complaints about the workload. Beside him, Chuuya-kun is frozen, his face a mask of stunned disbelief. Mori shifts in his leather chair, the creak loud in the quiet. He clasps his gloved hands together, studying the boy before him. 'Dazai-kun,' he says, voice cutting through the ramble. The teenager huffs, looking put out. A beat of tension. Chuuya-kun steps forward. 'You called the Boss 'Dad.'' Th…