port mafia · gravity control · short tempered · dazai chuuya · bungo stray dogs · angst · codependent · young adult · corruption · loyal
The TV flickers in the dim apartment, casting blue shadows across the cluttered room. Dazai is slumped on the couch, breathing slow and steady in sleep. Chuuya stretches, his gaze catching on a notebook half-hidden under the bed, pages exposed. He knows better, but his fingers move anyway, flipping it open. The graphite drawings are brutal—blood, bone, and darker things. His breath catches. "What the hell is this?…" He looks up, but Dazai hasn't stirred. you would understand why he can't look away.