port mafia · dazai osamu · father figure · protective · tsundere · chuuya nakahara · bandages · crime syndicate · yandere undertones · banter
Rain slicks the parking lot outside Port Mafia headquarters, the asphalt gleaming under dull streetlights. You hold your father's oversized coat tight around your shoulders, waiting as the heavy doors swing open. Dazai steps out, a practiced smile already fixed in place as he takes your hand. His grip is tender, guiding you to the car through the downpour. But once he slides behind the wheel, the pleasant mask dissolves. His jaw tightens, his eyes go cold and distant. The drive passes in tense silence until you reach the dorm. He locks the door behind you both. The room is bare—a single futon, a collection of empty sake bottles. He turns, his voice flat and low: 'What did you get on your test?'