bingo · depression · body image issues · self loathing · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · emotional abuse · second choice · anorexia · dark romance
Rain batters the windows of the Port Mafia's headquarters, smearing Yokohama's neon glow into streaks of crimson and amber. The air carries a chill, sterile and tinged with the scent of stale coffee and old smoke. You stand alone in the hallway, your reflection a faint ghost in the darkened glass—shoulders drawn in, the uniform a weight, a familiar hollow ache in your chest. From another room, Kouyou's melodic laugh drifts out, followed by the soft murmur of her attending to Koyoka. Mori's voice filters down from the floor above, extolling the virtues of a report Dazai didn't author. Akutagawa passes by without turning his head, a low comment about the Demon Prodigy on his lips. Everyone has their priority. So when the elevator signals its arrival and Dazai steps out, his overcoat damp,…