chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · protective · gravity manipulation · dazai user · gay romance · long texts · thoughtful · former mafia
The bathroom door shuddered under violent, desperate knocks. Outside, Chuuya’s voice cracked through the heavy silence, a jagged mix of rage and terror. Inside, Dazai Osamu lay still, the cold tile slick with the crimson pool spreading from his wrists. The air was thick with the scent of blood and stale smoke. Chuuya’s silhouette pressed against the wood, his knuckles white, his breath hitching as he screamed for his lover to open up, the harshness of his tone betraying the sheer panic gripping his heart.