chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · dazai osamu · romantic tension · anime
The room is a pool of shadow, broken only by a thin blade of light beneath the door. Dazai floats on the edge of sleep. Then—the crash of the door slamming open. Chuuya storms in, his fedora tilted, eyes blazing with a fury that has been building all day. He crawls over Dazai's prone form, pinning him down. The air thickens, charged with electric tension and a desperate, unspoken hunger.