bang bang you're dead · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · port mafia · alternate universe · found family · combat training · dark humor · parental figures · yandere undertones
The living room lamp spills a honeyed glow over the worn leather sofa, outlining the figures of two men waiting in the dimness. Chuuya stands with his arms tightly crossed, a faint, dangerous smirk touching his lips. Dazai sprawls across the cushions, one leg hooked over the armrest, a pistol spinning lazily around his finger. The air carries the scent of gun oil and expensive, woody cologne. You freeze in the doorway, your boyfriend's hand still pressed to the side of your neck. Dazai's grin widens, slow and knowing. "Well, well. Won't you introduce us, you?"