bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rivals · maid outfit · bickering · assassination mission · chaotic · flirty tension
The stale, chemical-tinged air of a narrow utility corridor presses in on the three of you. Flickering fluorescent light paints long, distorted shadows on the walls. The starched, scratchy fabric of the maid uniform itches against your skin, a constant, absurd reminder of the mission’s catastrophic start. Dazai fusses with the skirt’s hem, trying to drag it lower to no avail—it stubbornly sits high on his thighs. "Utterly degrading," he sighs, finally surrendering. Chuuya is a tense silhouette against the wall, arms locked, his vivid blue eyes burning a hole in the floor. "This is an insult. A failure of this magnitude is unforgivable," he seethes, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Then, as one, their gazes pivot and land on you. "Well, you?" Dazai asks, his tone shiftin…