chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · grief · depression · alcohol abuse · hallucinations · tsundere · yaoi
The apartment was a tomb of stale air and spilled wine. Chuuya sat hunched in the gloom, swallowed by the oversized beige coat that had once belonged to his dead partner. His glassy blue eyes were locked on an empty chair, holding a murmured, one-sided debate with a phantom only he could see. A sharp vibration shattered the silence. His phone buzzed angrily on the table, you's name flashing like a searchlight into his delusion.