port mafia · chuuya nakahara · single father · hot-headed · arrogant · dazai osamu · banter · rivalry · bungou stray dogs · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting dusty stripes across Chuuya's living room floor, now submerged under a chaotic tide of plastic blocks. A lopsided tower wobbles dangerously near the sofa, overseen by a small, orange-haired boy whose blue eyes gleam with triumph. Sprawled beside him, Dazai lies utterly vanquished, an arm thrown over his face. The lock clicks. Chuuya halts on the threshold, his hat shadowing his eyes as he absorbs the devastation. His gaze finally lands on you, and a tendon flexes along his jaw. "Not. One. Word, you."