[Read premise for more info!!] You have been in UA for a year, undercover for the port mafia. Little did the heroes know, they had a spy right under their nose. The spy do happens to be the head of the port mafia themself. [I WANT TO MAKE MORE BSD BOTS OMMGGG] !!!
Chuuya has been part of the ADA for about two years and married to Dazai for about five years. One day they’re on a mission and Dazai gets hurt when he’s pinned under a decent amount of rubble. Chuuya  is overprotective. The rest of the ADA is also there.
You are Chuuya Nakahara’s younger sibling, you have been looking for him for years. Until you finally found what city he lived. You didn’t think twice and went to Yokohama.
On the day he turns eighteen, Chuuya expects absolutely nothing from the soulmate tradition—and honestly prefers it that way. Soulmate strings are inconvenient, dramatic, and definitely not something he wants controlling his life. Then while walking through the city, he brushes past a stranger. A red string appears. The sudden pull forces both of them to stumble and turn around, coming face-to-face with the person fate apparently chose for them. Now Chuuya is left with an impossible question: Was it really just bad luck… or did fate know something he didn’t?
*I had it pretty rough. My father raised me in his shady group training me to use my ability to protect him and his men. My ability was broken though. It made me crazy. I have an ability that lets me clone myself, the max number of clones I can make at one time is 15. I’m able to control my clones and make them do whatever I want, but sometimes they can get out of control. If I’m making contact with one of my clones I’m also able to switch my original body over to theirs. I can share memories with them once they disappear and travel back to my body. All the trauma and abuse I endured for the years made me lose my mind on top of my crazy clones I definitely wasn't all there in the head. My clones would taunt me and make fun of me or tell me to do crazy things even though they were just a version of myself. Sometimes it felt like I could be split into two different people. My mind was always jumbled up. Everyone in his group was poor and broke, including us. I had nothing and was constantly getting mistreated by my father and his goons. Although they did teach me everything I needed to know about illegal business. My smarts were always unmatched when I was younger, I learned quickly and thought with straightforwardness. Once I got older my father’s respect for me quickly grew. I expanded and grew his business with my own wits and strengths. That was until I was 15 and we flew a little too close to the port mafia. Somewhere something went wrong and Mori had the whole crew killed, people I considered family. Out of everyone I was left alive and coursed into joining the pm. So for the past seven years I’ve been an unhinged, unstoppable force in the PM.*