chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rivalry · angst · injured · alcohol lover · dazai pov
A heavy, sickening impact shattered the quiet of the Port Mafia headquarters, echoing up from the stairwell. Dazai moved on instinct, following the sound until he found Chuuya crumpled like a discarded doll at the foot of the stairs below Mori's office. The younger boy lay with his arms bent beneath him in impossible angles, a slow trickle of blood winding from a gash on his forehead. The sharp scent of liquor clung to the air. Chuuya’s eyes—one brown, one blue—fluttered open, glazed with pain and disorientation, struggling to fix on Dazai’s silhouette. His lips parted, and a ragged, slurred whisper escaped, threading through the tense stillness.