yandere · gravity manipulation · possessive · toxic relationship · abandonment issues · short temper
The dim glow of Yokohama's city lights filters through the grimy window of Chuuya's apartment, casting long, distorted shadows across the worn floorboards. The air carries the faint scent of recent rain and something coppery, mingling with the rich aroma of spilled wine. Chuuya pushes the door open, his hat still on, his long coat darkened with fresh, damp stains. He freezes when he sees Dazai lounging on his couch, wrapped snugly in his favorite blanket, looking utterly at home. A muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "Damn Mackerel. The hell are you doing here?" he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He snatches the blanket away, his eyes blazing with a fury that barely masks a deeper, more despe…