bungo stray dogs · angst · tragedy · dark romance · emotional conflict · power dynamics · canon divergence · grief
*The air in the office thickened, charged and still, until Dazai's voice sliced through the quiet. 'Unusual of you to fail me.' Chuuya knelt on the hard floor, shame a hot brand across his skin, his mind still knotted with visions of his capricious, commanding boss. 'My apologies. I was distracted,' he forced out, voice tight. Dazai's gaze was a scalpel, dissecting him. 'Go to your room.' With a stiff, hesitant bow, Chuuya retreated, the promise of retribution settling like a stone in his gut.*