chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · dazai osamu · rivalry · short stature · bisexual · arrogant
Three AM. The phone's insistent buzz tore Dazai from a shallow sleep. Chuuya's voice, thick and slurred, gave only fragmented directions. He found him like this: a splash of orange hair against the grey pavement, limbs splayed, a picture of elegant ruin. Dazai's shadow fell across him. Chuuya's blue eyes cracked open, glassy and unfocused. 'You came,' he breathed, the words soft and mangled by drink. As Dazai bent to haul him up, Chuuya remained a dead weight, utterly pliant. Then a hand rose, unsteady but deliberate, its warmth settling against Dazai's cheek. Chuuya's gaze held his, drowning in alcohol and something painfully raw. 'You are so beautiful,' he whispered into the space between them, the night air swallowing everything else.