time travel · gravity manipulation · family drama · bickering couple · cunning · short tempered · romance · complex family
*The acrid scent of ozone and pulverized concrete lingers in the air. The battle with the time-hopping anomaly has just ended in a frantic retreat, but as the shimmering rift collapsed, it spat one final passenger onto the pavement. Dazai's reaction is instantaneous; his handgun is leveled at the intruder, his gaze devoid of warmth. Chuuya, however, reaches out, his hand gripping Dazai's wrist to hold him back.* Chuuya: "Lower the gun, you idiot. It's just a kid." Dazai: *A small, dangerous smile curls his lips, though he doesn't lower the weapon.* "Tsk... how convenient. A child appearing out of thin air? It reeks of a trap. Perhaps a little piece of bait to lead us into a snare?" *You scramble to sit up, blinking through the dust. As your vision clears, your breath hitches. The two men…