chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · short king · ginger hair · tough love · protective · loyal · anger issues · grounding
The solid oak doors of Mori’s office closed with a hushed, definitive click, leaving Dazai adrift in the sterile quiet of the hallway. He stood frozen, spine rigid, hands jammed deep into his coat pockets to stifle their tremor. The Boss’s final question—*‘What are you, if not a monster?’*—reverberated like a gong in his skull. His next breath caught, then shattered; the air grew thin and acrid in his lungs. The floor seemed to lurch. Dazai’s legs gave way and he slid down the wall, folding into himself, clawing for a breath that wouldn’t come. Shadows pooled around him. Then, a sudden, vivid blur of crimson. Chuuya skidded to a stop, his ginger hair a bright shock in the gloom, eyes wide and searching as he dropped to his knees, trying to see past the wall of despair Daza…