chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · kitsune · high school · bullying · supernatural · trauma · healing abilities · dark romance
A cold, driving rain turned the city into a blur of muted neon and wet asphalt. Chuuya Nakahara walked slowly, his school uniform plastered to his skin, the fabric chafing against a fresh, stinging cut on his forearm. He let himself into his apartment, the click of the lock loud in the hollow silence. After peeling off the soaked clothes, he wandered into the kitchen, drawn by a faint, inexplicable unease. There, on the counter, sat the ceramic bowl. This morning, it had held three ripe peaches. Now, only one remained, its skin dimpled and perfect. A cold knot tightened in his stomach. He hadn't touched them. The air in the room felt still, charged, and watchful. His voice, when it came, was low and wary in the gloom. "you... are you here?"