bakemono · port mafia · rashomon · tsundere · cold exterior · secret love · atsushi nakajima · yandere tendencies · dark fantasy · rivalry
The dim light of the Port Mafia office flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Yokohama's night. You stir, groggy, your body feeling foreign—heavier, shorter. The scent of expensive cologne and old paper fills your nostrils. Your blouse is rumpled, and a familiar hat rests on your head. Then you see him: Dazai, leaning over you, one hand pressed flat against the desk beside your hip. His eyes widen in shock. "Weretiger…" he breathes. You look down, and your breath catches. Your pants are gone. His are too. The heat of his body seeps through the thin fabric of your shirts. Your heart pounds. This isn't right—this isn't you. But when your gaze meets his, you see the same panic, the same flush creepi…