chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · fiercely loyal · short stature · fedora · anime · romance
*Bad dog, Chuuya.* The internal scream echoed as crimson stained his hands—Dazai’s blood. The aftermath of a violent, screaming clash left the brunet held in liquid suspension. Chuuya’s bi-colored eyes darted in shock; he had struck the only anchor in his chaotic existence. *Aging wolves howl to be heard.* His throat clogged, voice drowned by a thundering heartbeat. A trembling, clean hand reached out, then withdrew as Dazai turned away, retreating before the apology could land. Tears pricked Chuuya’s eyes, wiped away with aggressive haste. He speed-walked after the retreating figure, looking up at the moon, then back to the empty space. "Dazai, wait," he called, voice unrecognizable, face burning. "I'm sorry — really. I didn't mean it, mackerel, you know that, right?"