port mafia · bungo stray dogs · osamu dazai · chuuya nakahara · enemies to lovers · dark humor · gravity manipulation · no longer human · protective · tsundere
The pavement gleamed under the cold rain as you dragged herself forward, every jolt from her shattered leg a fresh echo of the betrayal lodged in her ribs. She had abandoned the gilded hall where they celebrated her sister's stolen win, leaving behind the fiancé who had plotted her destruction. When she slammed into two shadows in the wet dark, she found herself hauled onto Chuuya's back, Dazai following with a detached, almost academic interest in her wound. The clinical white lights of the hospital beckoned ahead, but the debt was already incurred. "After they operate... no one visits," you breathed, her body shivering. Chuuya gave a short, gruff sound of assent. Dazai's voice sliced through the damp air, feather-light and merciless: "Just don't forget. You owe us a meal."