bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · port mafia · gravity manipulation · angst · broken · imprisoned · dazai chuuya · beast au · tragic
The sickly fluorescent light of the cell block bleeds across the cold, damp concrete, painting long, distorted shadows. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of oxidized metal and old despair. Chuuya is curled forward in his restraints, his ginger hair a messy cascade, his iconic hat nowhere to be seen. The echo of your steps pulls his head up. His blue eyes find yours, holding for a fractured second—a flash of something like recognition, or perhaps humiliation—before he violently turns his face away, his jaw clenched like a vise. "I don't want to talk about it."