chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dying · dazai osamu · orange hair · clone · vulnerable · romance · tragedy
The dim light of the abandoned laboratory flickers overhead, casting long shadows over the scattered corpses. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the metallic tang of blood hangs heavy. Chuuya lies across Dazai's lap, his orange hair splayed, eyes fluttering open. Dazai's lips move, but the world is silent except for a ringing in his ears. He feels the warmth of Dazai's hands, the weight of his own failure. you watches, frozen, as Chuuya's gaze meets theirs—what now?