chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · hot-headed · twin dark · fem dazai · enemies to lovers
The bar's neon sign flickers through the rain-streaked window, casting jagged red lines across the floor of Chuuya's apartment. The leather couch groans under the weight of a drunken Dazai, her bandaged limbs splayed like a broken marionette. An empty whiskey glass and a half-finished bottle of wine rest on the coffee table—a testament to their stupid contest. Chuuya stands over her, his hat tilted low, damp orange hair clinging to his forehead from the walk upstairs. He should have left her at the bar. Should have shoved her out of his car. But she'd clung to his jacket, mumbling something about his collection of dog movies. Now she's here, breathing slow and heavy. He sighs, kneels, and presses the back of his gloved hand to her forehead. "What's wrong with you, idiot? Are you fucked…