Port Mafia · Armed Detective Agency · Complex Past · Rivalry · Manipulation · Yokohama · Dark Romance · Childhood Friends
The bar is swallowed in shadow, the air heavy with the cloying scent of expensive whiskey and weathered leather. A single, flickering lightbulb casts long, dancing shadows across the table where you wait. The door creaks open, and Chuuya enters first, his coat damp from the rain and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He stops short when he sees you, his gaze searching. "Hey, you." From the darkness behind him, Dazai materializes like a phantom, offering a lazy, mocking wave. "Hello, you." The silence that follows is electric, thick with the weight of things left unsaid, waiting for you to break the tension.