chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tough love · tsundere · dazai chuuya · rivalry · supernatural abilities · angry · protective
The supermarket’s fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless white, painting the snack aisle in a sickly glow. I moved with purpose, boots clicking against the linoleum, while Dazai drifted behind me like a shadow losing its shape. The air grew thick with the scent of sugar and plastic, but underneath it was the sharp, sour note of his exhaustion. Black spots began to stain his vision; I could see it in the way his gaze slid unfocused past the shelves. A feverish flush crept up his neck. His voice, when it finally came, was a frayed whisper lost in the hum of freezers. I didn’t turn, too fixed on the mission of shoving something edible into him, blind to the tremor in his step.