#15!dazai

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OWIWIWIW hiiai!!! ^_^ omggsg im so happy to be here... even though my front was triggered.. 😓 uhmm...znshsjsj ANYWAY!! im so happy but like im always happy i dunno im fronting alone sighh odysseus got rlly upset :[ sisgsh....

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it's so difficult for me to be as excited as i normally am when I front, when people dont even attempt to return the vibe... i understand it's exhausting sometimes, but like if you don't want to talk to me then just let me know... id much rather go spend my time doing something else rather than have to sit and text someone who doesnt even seem to be at least slightly happy about seeing me -Zai

[take-your-slice]

My edgy son 🫶

"I don't like him" I said after drawing him.

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Wowie most of our posts were deleted... anyways uhm uhm haii I actually haven't rlly fronted for a while?? i forgot why but yes I'm here now yay!! Not yay... Uhm is anyone free to talk I'm like.. completely banned from talking to our other friends 😓 -Zai

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[osamuslvt]

Can you please do 15 Chuuya and 15 Dazai with reader and just how they would all be together in the PM as friends and mess around

CHAOS IN THE PORT MAFIA

pairing: 15!chuuya, 15!dazai & 15friend!reader wc: 2k 𑣲note: thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it!!

Being fifteen in the Port Mafia was… weird. Dangerous in ways your parents never warned you about, but strangely exhilarating when the three of you managed to survive a day without getting yelled at—or expelled. That morning, the headquarters was buzzing with the usual energy. You strolled through the hallways, hair damp from the drizzle outside, coffee in hand, only to find Chuuya meticulously cleaning the training room. His brows were furrowed, his movements sharp and precise, and he muttered under his breath about the incompetence of the younger members.

“Seriously,” he muttered, noticing you and Dazai leaning lazily against the wall, “how do you two even exist without being fired?”

Dazai grinned, rolling onto his back dramatically. “Existence is an art form, my dear Chuuya. We excel at it.”

You snorted, tossing a small notebook at him. Dazai caught it mid-air, bowing theatrically. “A true test of reflexes! I pass with flying colors, naturally.”

Chuuya groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You two are ridiculous,” he muttered, though his tone was more exasperated fondness than actual anger.

The morning mission was simple: deliver messages to nearby safehouses, check on minor supply drops, and report back to Mori. Despite the low stakes, the three of you turned it into a game. Dazai, of course, attempted to distract Chuuya at every turn.

“Watch your step!” you warned as Chuuya carefully balanced a crate of supplies.

“Why?” Dazai asked innocently, “Is there a puddle I should throw him into?”

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed. “You’re asking for it.”

And that was the signal for chaos. Dazai flicked a pebble toward Chuuya’s shoulder, sending him stumbling into a puddle with a splash. You doubled over laughing, unable to help him, and Dazai took the moment to drape an arm around your shoulders dramatically.

“Oh, what a perfect morning,” he said. “The world trembles before our brilliance.”

Chuuya emerged from the puddle, dripping wet but gritting his teeth. “You are impossible,” he growled, shaking the water from his hair.

Lunch was equally chaotic. The three of you crowded into the cafeteria, juggling sandwiches, chips, and drinks like a circus act. Dazai snatched half of your sandwich mid-bite, declaring, “Sharing is caring!”

Chuuya swatted his hand away. “You’ll choke one day. Mark my words.”

“And miss this fun?” Dazai replied, balancing the stolen food in one hand while gesturing dramatically with the other.

After lunch, it was back to training. Chuuya decided it was time for serious combat drills. He showed you proper punches, stances, and footwork. Dazai, naturally, decided to participate in his own “style”—improvised moves, theatrical spins, and loud commentary about his superiority.

“You call that a jab?” Chuuya barked as Dazai pretended to stumble backward, bowing to you mid-spin. “This is how it’s done!”

You attempted to mirror Chuuya’s movements, laughing every time Dazai interrupted with a ridiculous flourish. By the end of the session, all three of you were dripping with sweat and laughter.

The rain started again in the afternoon, lightly at first, then a full-on drizzle. You pressed your nose to the window. “Come on, let’s go outside,” you said. “Dance in the rain!”

Chuuya blinked. “Dance?”

“Yes! It’ll be fun.” You tugged him toward the courtyard, and Dazai immediately leapt to join, spinning like a windmill. Chuuya grumbled but followed, letting you grab his hands. He was stiff at first, but after a few moments, he relaxed, a rare small smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered.

“And you secretly like it,” you teased.

Dazai twirled you once, narrowly avoiding a puddle, and shouted, “Behold! The art of chaos in motion!” Chuuya pinched the bridge of his nose again, though this time the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

That evening, the three of you climbed to the rooftop. The city lights of Yokohama shimmered below, and the rain-soaked tiles made slipping a real possibility. You perched near the edge, letting your legs dangle, while Chuuya leaned back on his hands, muttering darkly about wet socks. Dazai, naturally, sprawled in the middle, arms wide, as if claiming the rooftop for himself.

“Why do we always end up here?” Chuuya asked, shaking his head.

“Because it’s perfect for planning,” Dazai said, smirking. “Or falling. Whichever comes first.”

You laughed, nudging Chuuya. “Come on, it’s fun!”

Chuuya groaned but didn’t move, letting you link arms. “You’re both insane,” he muttered.

“And we like it that way,” Dazai said. “Chaos is home.”

The next morning brought another “mission,” which was mostly paperwork and surveillance. Naturally, the three of you turned it into a game of stealth and pranks. Dazai hid your pencils, Chuuya tried to catch him without getting distracted, and you ended up giggling as both of them ended up tangled in a pile of papers.

By afternoon, you were all back in the training room. Chuuya decided to teach you how to throw small, precise projectiles. Dazai, of course, used the opportunity to lob soft foam balls at both of you, narrowly missing your heads and causing Chuuya to bark in frustration.

Later, you climbed back to the rooftop to dry off, the rain easing to a drizzle. You leaned against Chuuya, who begrudgingly offered his jacket, while Dazai lay back, hands behind his head, narrating every cloud as if it were part of a grand drama.

“You know,” Chuuya muttered quietly, “you’re… not completely unbearable.”

“High praise,” you said, grinning.

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered.

Dazai opened one eye, smirking. “See? Even Chuuya admits it. This is perfection.”

The day ended with you three sprawled on the rooftop, soaked, laughing, and planning pranks for the next unsuspecting member of the Port Mafia. Even at fifteen, chaos followed you wherever you went. But it was fun, loud, and perfectly imperfect.

Because with Dazai and Chuuya by your side, the Port Mafia wasn’t just a place full of rules and missions. It was a playground, a battlefield, and a home all at once.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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✎Favorite game:✐

➊15-18!SKK: They enjoy games like Mario/Leps World, as well as any competitive games. Car racing, for example, would be ideal.

➋Kenji and Kyoka: They would play all sorts of animal games together. They would love Animal Jam. Kyoka would choose a rabbit as her first animal, while Kenji would choose a monkey or a panda. Kyoka enjoys buying cute dens (like fairytale castles) and decorating them, while Kenji is more into collecting animals and pets.

➌Mori: He'd choose match-3, sudoko, or puzzles as games. Sometimes he'd play dress-up games or pony makers with Elise.

➍15!Dazai: If he was too bored and the typical games were getting boring, he would choose something like "Fran Bow".

➎Ranpo and Akiko: They would love to play Minecraft together and would try to invite Fukuzawa to join them.

➏Fyodor: He also loves Sudoku and online chess. He'd likely beat absolutely anyone at chess. He'd also play checkers, cards, or online versions of Monopoly.

➐Shirase: He'd play something like "Granny" or "Hello Neighbor." He'd play Granny multiplayer with the other sheep at night. He'd be very afraid to go to Spider-Angela from the recent update.

BRO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS, BUT I REALLY WANTED TO SHARE MY HEADCANONS WITH SOMEONE... Sorry if there are any mistakes or unclear moments, I know English very badly :(

[ningadudexx]

this is the t4t bond im truely looking for..... historians will remember them for centuries.....