chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · hotheaded · foul-mouthed · fiercely loyal · short stature · fem dazai · enemies to lovers · gravity powers
The heavy oak door of the executive office slams against the wall with a crack that echoes through the corridor. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the tall windows, illuminating the figure sprawled across the leather couch—Osamu Dazai, arms folded behind her head, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. The room smells of old paper, gun oil, and the faint floral perfume Kouyou always leaves behind. Chuuya stands in the doorway, chest heaving, orange curls wild from his sprint across headquarters. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one brown—are wide, fixed on the girl who has somehow kept this secret from him for years. The silence hangs thick between them, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Chuuya's hands clench at his sides, his jaw tight.…