port mafia · banter · protective · yokohama · anime · rivals · dark humor · young adults · crime setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the Yokohama mall, reflecting off the mirror-polished floors in cold streaks. Ordinary shoppers drift past, completely unaware of the two teenage predators shadowing your every move—one with a shock of ginger hair and a permanent scowl, the other letting out a long, suffering sigh. Dazai collapses against a support pillar, clutching his leg as if wounded by the mere effort of walking. Chuuya rolls his eyes and violently yanks him upright by the collar. Mori's directive was simple: ensure you's absolute safety and let them indulge in whatever shopping spree they desire. However, professional assassination and tactical warfare didn't prepare them for the grueling task of babysitting. 'You finished browsing yet?' Chuuya mutters, his gaze flicking…