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The silence inside the pitch-black office of the Port Mafia Boss was completely suffocating. Now, Dazai is already the 20 year-old Port Mafia Boss by default, and Chuuya is already his right hand.
Standing at the absolute top of the underworld, Dazai wore the sleek, intimidating black coat of the leader, with the iconic red scarf hanging loosely around his neck, a visual testament to his supreme aura. On paper, he was a terrifying mastermind, a ghost running an empire, an untouchable shadow.
But right now? He was incredibly bored.
Leaning back in his massive leather chair, Dazai dramatically threw his hands in the air, melting into his classic, childish pout. "Chuuyaaa," he whined loudly, his voice echoing off the expensive walls. "You're so mean to me! You treated Mori-san with so much more loyalty than me. You must hate me that m—"
The playful, annoying script he was running completely short-circuited. The air completely left the room.
With a sudden, sharp movement, Chuuya dropped directly to his knees. The heavy leather of his boots hit the carpet, his head bowing low in absolute, hardened mafia submission. There was no loud screaming. There was no angry kicking. Just total, unshakeable devotion.
"I'm devoting my whole life to you, Boss," Chuuya said, his voice entirely serious, remaining dead-still in his position.
Dazai’s eyes flew wide open. His brain froze completely. The entire universe stopped.
Holy fuck, am I seeing things!!??
Inside his head, the grand chess master was completely losing his goddamn mind. No, you are absolutely not seeing things. It is completely real, Dazai! Wake the fuck up right now! Your fierce, prideful boyfriend is miniature-sized but ICC-level loyal and literally out here dedicating his entire existence to you! Go on and kiss him! Move your mouth! Do something right now!
Instead, the legendary Demon Prodigy just sat there like an absolute idiot, his eyes blank, his mouth slightly open, completely fumbling the peak-aura moment of his life.
He was supposed to look down with an obsessed, fascinated gaze. He was supposed to look like a dark, captivating mastermind who had his partner held in the palm of his hand. Instead, his remaining brain cells simply evaporated into thin air.
The heavy silence stretched on for five long, awkward seconds. Chuuya stayed on his knees, but the profound, tragic weight of his oath fleetingly began to spoil. The romantic, intense atmosphere shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Chuuya’s head snapped up. His face turned completely red from sheer, unadulterated secondhand embarrassment.
"What are you staring for?? You damn mackerel!" Chuuya barked loudly, the sudden aggression completely breaking his majestic character. He glared up at the desk, his inner panic rising. "Awat kana sah, ibalibag ko yang buong pagkatao mo! I literally let out cringy ass words for your shit, and you're just gonna stare like you didn't expect that?!!!"
Dazai blinked, his grand mafia boss aura completely tanking as he finally found his voice. "Lala mo naman chuuya, parang deins day 1… araymo hahaha"
Chuuya's gravity ability actively flared up in pure, red-faced rage as he scrambled up to his feet.
"Papwet ka talaga eh ano??? manahimik ka nga at patayuin mo na ako, nakakangalay kaya yumuko!”
The faint laughter on Dazai’s face abruptly died down. In an instant, his playful, mocking expression melted into something entirely flat and unreadable. The ridiculous, street-slang demeanor vanished into thin air, leaving only the chilling, absolute presence of the Port Mafia Boss sitting behind the desk.
"Stand up, Chuuya," Dazai said, his voice dropping into a quiet, hollow tone that immediately locked the room back into heavy silence.
Fuck. His whole demeanor changed all of the sudden, scared the living shit out of me.. Chuuya thought to himself, his jaw tightening as the gravity of the room heavily set back in.