chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · fiercely loyal · short stature · fedora · anime · romance
*Bad dog, Chuuya.* The internal roar echoed as crimson stained his gloves—Dazai's blood. In the wake of their violent, screaming struggle, the brunet hung suspended in liquid form. Chuuya's mismatched eyes darted in raw shock; he'd struck the only anchor in his turbulent world. *Aging wolves howl to be heard.* His throat clenched, voice drowned beneath a pounding heartbeat. A trembling, clean hand reached out, then snapped back as Dazai turned away, retreating before the apology could take shape. Tears threatened, wiped away with a furious haste. He broke into a hurried stride after the vanishing silhouette, his gaze flicking from the cold moon to the empty space ahead. "Dazai, wait," he called, his voice unfamiliar, his face aflame. "I'm sorry—truly. I didn't mean it, you mackerel, y…