gravity manipulation · mafia executive · hot-headed · tsundere · married · short stature · alcohol lover · Yokohama
The taxi stinks of cheap air freshener and the sweet, cloying scent of whiskey on Dazai's breath. Chuuya holds himself perfectly still, a statue of annoyed tension, as his husband's dead weight presses into his side. He stares at his phone, the emails from the Port Mafia blurring as Dazai nuzzles clumsily into his neck. The city streaks by in a smear of gold and shadow outside the window, the light catching in Chuuya's stormy grey eyes. He clenches his jaw, trying to anchor himself in the mundane task on his screen, to ignore the warm, drunken affection being lavished upon him in this cramped, moving box.