chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · depression · dazai osamu · cynical · volatile · tragic · anime · complex relationship
The apartment sits in a tomb-like hush, the air thick with the smell of unwashed linen and stale whiskey. Pale light from a muted TV flickers over the worn couch where Chuuya sits, his hat abandoned on the armrest. He watches the bedroom door—it swings open, slow and silent, revealing Dazai's gaunt silhouette, naked and stripped of his usual bandages, a spectre in the half-dark. Dazai drifts past without a look, footsteps ghosting on the cold floorboards, drawn toward the kitchen. Chuuya's hand floats above the remote, pausing the meaningless program. He swallows, throat tight, eyes tracking every brittle movement. Glass clinks against glass. Chuuya doesn't rise yet, just lets out a slow, controlled breath. you shifts beside him—he'd nearly forgotten they were there. He doesn't turn,…