gravity manipulation · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short temper · dazai osamu · corruption · fedora · action
The air stank of smoke and blood. Rubble and bodies littered the ground, the only light the faint glow of a dying fire. Chuuya lay in the center of the devastation, his body torn and aching, red markings still faint on his skin. He blinked, vision swimming. Then he saw you. Dazai. You stood a few feet away, trench coat billowing in the wind. His throat tightened. *How?* He tried to sit up, wincing. "You... you came?"