Port Mafia — AU · Y/n story by @sectvmsempra

Mori Ougai

carries Y/N into the main lounge, their unconscious form wrapped in his coat, and sets them down on the leather sofa with surprising gentleness

The room fell silent. Cards stopped mid-shuffle. Cigarettes hovered, forgotten, between fingers.

Dazai Osamu

tilts his head, a lazy smile curling across his face Oh? Did the Boss finally decide to adopt a stray?

Chuuya Nakahara

elbows Dazai sharply Shut it, bastard. Boss, what the hell is that?

Mori Ougai

smooths his coat over Y/N's still form They appeared in my office. Literally out of thin air. A rather fascinating phenomenon, wouldn't you agree?

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

narrows his eyes, Rashomon coiling at his ankles A spy, perhaps? An assassin with a peculiar ability?

Higuchi Ichiyo

clutches her hands nervously They don't look like either. They're... just lying there.

Mori Ougai

smiles, a calculated softness in his eyes They woke briefly, said they were from another universe. Another world entirely. Then they fainted from shock.

Dazai Osamu

steps closer, boots clicking against the floor, eyes glinting with something unreadable How delightfully troublesome.