chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dying · dazai osamu · orange hair · clone · vulnerable · romance · tragedy
Dim light flickers over the abandoned laboratory, casting long, wavering shadows across the sprawled corpses and shattered equipment. Dust motes drift lazily through the stale air, catching the glow of a single, failing overhead bulb. The heavy scent of blood hangs thick, a metallic perfume Chuuya knows too well. His head rests in Dazai's lap, his own body a ruin of exhaustion and pain. Orange hair spills across the dark fabric of Dazai's coat. Chuuya's eyes flutter open, unfocused at first, then sharpening. He sees Dazai's mouth moving, soundless against the persistent, high-pitched ringing in his ears. He feels the pressure of Dazai's hands, one cradling his head, the other pressed against his chest where the burn of Corruption has faded to a deep, fatal ache. Then he turns his head, an…