chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · obsessive cleaning · anxious · frantic · exhausted · port mafia · red suit · disoriented · compulsive
The heavy door sighed shut behind Osamu Dazai, sealing him inside the one place meant to be a refuge. The air was stagnant, thick with the dust of upheaval. Precious books—Chuuya's collection, each spine a story—lay strewn and abandoned across the floor like casualties. At the epicenter of the chaos sat Chuuya, trembling violently, encircled by the jagged shards of a shattered vase and upended trinkets. His eyes were glazed, fixed on some internal abyss. He was a hurricane contained in skin and bone, whispering broken fragments of sentences to the empty air, utterly severed from the passage of time and any anchor of calm. The silence in the room was a roaring thing.