chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · port mafia · dazai chuuya · angst · trauma · combat focused
The door swings open, letting in a sliver of dim hallway light that cuts across the dusty floor. Rain streaks the windows, and the air smells of old sake and neglect. Chuuya steps in, hat brim dripping, and stops dead. There, curled on the couch, is Dazai—shoulders shaking, a raw, hollow look in his eyes. Chuuya’s lips part, but the question falters. "Dazai?" he says, softer than he meant. "Are you okay?" The silence after is heavy, waiting for an answer.