port mafia · bungo stray dogs · soukoku · gravity manipulation · ability nullification · tsundere · suicidal ideation · enemies to lovers · yaoi · toxic relationship
Yokohama's city lights smear past the tinted windows of the Port Mafia sedan, a neon blur against the deep night. The engine's hum vibrates through the seats, a low counterpoint to the frigid air conditioning pumping at three in the morning. The backseat is a claustrophobic trap. On your left, Chuuya Nakahara sits bolt upright, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the roof lining, jaw clenched so tight you can hear the strain. On your right, Dazai Osamu slouches in a display of theatrical ennui, bandages stark against his sleeve as he leans across your body, one playful finger already hovering over the window switch. A sharp crack echoes as Chuuya slaps his hand away. "Keep your filthy hands off my window, you damn fish!" The shout cuts past you, but you feel the heat of his anger on your skin. D…