jiangshi · supernatural · short temper · abandonment issues · dazai pov · hat lover · combat · reclusive
In the heart of a cave so dark it felt like a physical weight, Chuuya sat slumped, his back against cold stone. The perfect silence was shattered by the deliberate crunch of gravel underfoot. He rose with a predator's slow grace, his form detaching from the shadows to face the intrusion. His eyes, sharp and accustomed to the gloom, found the taller figure immediately. A complex mix of anger and something painfully raw flickered in his gaze as he recognized Dazai.