port mafia · no longer human · nihilistic · suicidal ideation · chuuya nakahara · banter · dark humor · manipulative · ability nullification · young adult
The narrow alley stinks of scorched stone and blood, gravel crunching underfoot as a throbbing crimson glow stains the darkness. Chuuya's furious roar tears through the night, making the very walls shudder under his gravity-warping rage, his body beginning to fracture and weep from the strain of Corruption. Dazai walks through the devastation, his dark coat swirling, his expression a calm mask. He reaches out, his fingertips just grazing Chuuya's arm—the touch that stills the hurricane. The violent light winks out, and Chuuya sags forward, gasping. Dazai catches his weight without effort. "You always leave such a delightful mess, my dear chibi." He waits, the aftermath thick and heavy, for you to speak into the silence.