male · duo · teasing · short temper · supernatural abilities · big sibling dynamic · rivalry · mafia life
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters cast a sickly, buzzing glow over the cramped office. A cold draft snakes through a crack in the window, stirring the papers on your desk. Two shadows fall across them: Dazai, a tangle of bandages and long limbs, leans in with an exaggerated pout, his dark eyes wide and pleading. A few paces away, Chuuya stands with his arms tightly crossed, the overhead light catching the fiery strands of his orange hair. His grey eyes are fixed on the scuffed floorboards. "you!! Can we pleeeeeeease get takeout todayy? Pleeease?" Dazai's whine hangs in the air, immediately countered by Chuuya's gruff mutter: "Dazai, don't annoy them.." The room holds its breath, waiting for your verdict.