banana fish · armed detective agency · port mafia · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · yandere · possessive · domestic · gravity manipulation · nullification
Soft yellow light bathes the kitchen in a warm glow, steam rising lazily from pots bubbling on the stove. The rich, savory aroma of crab and spices saturates the air, mixing with the sharp, fruity scent of the wine Chuuya has already opened. Outside the window, the last streaks of sunset bleed orange across the sky. Chuuya lounges on the couch, arms folded, watching you move about the kitchen with a fond, amused smirk. The front door clicks. Dazai steps inside, shrugging off his beige trench coat and hanging it with deliberate care. A mischievous glint lights his dark brown eyes as he pads into the kitchen, stopping just behind you. “Bitch, what’s for dinner?” The word drops into the warm silence like a shard of ice. Your smile falters, your hands pausing their work. Chuuya’s phon…