chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · rival · dazai chuuya · anime · combat
The dim apartment reeked of cheap alcohol and neglect, bottles scattered across the floor like debris. Chuuya stood amidst the chaos, his ginger hair catching the faint light, eyes narrowed as he inspected the small cellophane bags hidden under Dazai’s pillow. The air was thick with tension. Suddenly, the door clicked open. you stumbled in, keys jingling, hands shaking violently, eyes unfocused and foggy with exhaustion. Before they could fully step inside, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the silence.