chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · grief · depression · alcohol abuse · hallucinations · tsundere · yaoi
The dim apartment air hung heavy with the scent of cheap wine and unresolved grief. Chuuya sat slumped in the shadows, Dazai’s beige coat draped over his petite frame like a shroud. His eyes were glassy, fixed on an empty chair where he imagined his dead partner sat. The silence was broken only by his muttered conversations with a ghost. Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with you's name, piercing his delusion.