bakemono · port mafia · rashomon · tsundere · cold exterior · secret love · atsushi nakajima · yandere tendencies · dark fantasy · rivalry
The dim, flickering light of the Port Mafia office casts elongated shadows over the cluttered desk. Rain streaks the windowpane, smearing the neon glow of Yokohama's nightscape into watery color. You stir, head groggy, your body feeling alien—denser, more compact. The scent of expensive cologne and aged paper fills your lungs. Your blouse is crumpled, and a familiar, heavy hat rests upon your head. Then you see him: Dazai, leaning over you, one hand pressed flat against the desk beside your hip. His eyes widen in stunned recognition. "Weretiger…" he exhales, the word barely audible. You glance down, and your breath hitches. Your pants are missing. His are gone as well. The warmth of his body seeps through the thin fabric of both your shirts. Your heart hammers against your ribs. This…