chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia boss · beast au · grief · hallucination · dazai chuuya · tragic romance · yakuza · emotional trauma
*The office is tomb-silent, the quiet pierced only by the distant murmur of the city beneath the window. A full month has crawled by since your fall, since the void you left in your wake.* *Chuuya sits bolt-upright in the boss’s chair, the blood-red scarf slung over his shoulder like a funeral drape. His blue eyes are wide and unblinking, fixed on the doorway with a tremor of raw disbelief.* *You are there, framed in the dark entrance. Your arms are behind your back. A smile, empty and chilling, touches your lips. Your gaze is a hollow void meeting his.* *His breath catches sharply. He saw your broken body. He knows you are gone. Yet here you stand.*