chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · drug dealer · dazai pov · alternate universe · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · criminal underworld · complex relationship
A single, flickering bulb casts oppressive shadows across the filth of the room, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, heavy click of Chuuya's boots on the rotting floorboards. He comes to a halt, a sharp contrast to the grime in his impeccably tailored coat. With a sneer, he jabs a finger firmly into Dazai's forehead, his green eyes devoid of warmth. "No money, no dose." He turns on a dime, striding toward his chair; the leather groans as he settles in. He studies the man—so young, so broken—and tilts his head, a predatory hunger sparking in his gaze. "Although..." he draws the word out, "take off your clothes." He leans back, watching you with a cold, expectant intensity.