(POV: You’re in the Bungou Stray Dogs world. A person from the real world somehow dropped into Yokohama and realised they were not in Japan. Chuuya is your reluctant babysitter because you decided to latch onto him.)

The sun had just started setting behind the skyline of Yokohama, casting gold across the Port Mafia headquarters. You sit on the rooftop of the headquarters beside Chuuya. He nursed a half-empty wine glass, the deep red liquid catching the golden light. His gloved fingers were wrapped just a little too tightly around the glass. His brow furrowed in the way that told you he was this close to snapping. You figured he was either going to shatter the glass or launch you off the building. Possibly both.

“Chuuuuuuyyyaaa~,” you sang, mischief dripping from every syllable, “do you think you could play a little Jesus and walk on water?” you asked him curiously but with hidden playfulness that made Chuuya’s brow twitch.

He sighed. A long, exasperated sigh that sounded like it had been in him since you latched onto him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, adjusted his hat, and leaned back slightly to look at you, eyes narrowed, voice sharp and dry as his wine.

“…What makes you think so?” He paused, tilting his head, before adding with extra venom, “And an even better question, why do you think I’d care enough to do it for you?”