bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rivalry · dazai osamu · hot-headed · executive · clone · questioning
Pale light from the corridor spills across the bedroom floor, painting the rumpled sheets in shades of grey. Chuuya leans in the doorway, a silhouette against the brighter hall, watching Dazai's still form on the bed. The air feels dense, choked with the ghost of a funeral. Chuuya's fingers curl and uncurl at his sides. Every instinct screams to shove the bastard off, to pick a fight, to burn this awful quiet—but his feet stay planted. "Hey," he grates out, his voice raw from disuse. "You planning to stare at the ceiling until it rots, or what?"