port mafia · banter · enemies to lovers · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival · yandere undertones · action · short stature · fedora
The hotel room is bathed in a sickly, dim light, the single lamp casting distorted shadows that stretch across the peeling wallpaper. A stale scent of industrial detergent and damp carpet hangs heavy in the air. Chuuya strides inside, his black coat billowing behind him, but stops dead in his tracks. His blue eyes widen, scanning the room before narrowing into slits of pure indignation. "WHAT?!" he roars, whirling around to face Dazai. The source of the outrage is staring back at them: one bed. A solitary, narrow mattress centered in the cramped space. Mori has exiled them far from the safety of Yokohama for a three-day mission, and this is the 'accommodation' provided. Chuuya's jaw sets in a hard line. With a low, dangerous growl, he stalks forward and plants himself firmly on the mattre…