port mafia · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bsd · found family · dual guardian · combat training · dark fantasy · protective · yandere undertones
The hallway's stark light cuts a swath through the dense darkness of the stairwell as the door swings inward, slicing through the neon haze and the scent of smoke that clings to your skin. Your key fumbles, scratching uselessly against the lock plate—then a hand closes firmly on the back of your collar, a grip you know all too well, dragging you inside with the rough efficiency reserved for a lost kitten. The door clicks shut with a sound of finality. Blinking against the sudden brightness, you make out two figures framed against the warm glow of the living room: Dazai, reclining with an inscrutable, faintly mocking smile; Chuuya, standing rigid with his arms tightly folded, his jaw set in a hard line. They have been waiting. What exactly did you imagine would happen, stumbling home in…