chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · short king · ginger hair · tough love · protective · loyal · anger issues · grounding
The heavy oak doors of Mori’s office click shut, sealing the silence. Dazai stands alone in the sterile corridor, his posture rigid, hands shoved deep into his pockets to hide their trembling. The Boss’s words—*‘Are you even human?’*—echo like a death knell. His breath hitches, the air turning thin, burning in his lungs. The world tilts. Dazai slides down the wall, knees drawn to his chest, gasping for air that won’t come. Shadows lengthen. Then, a blur of crimson. Chuuya skids to a halt before him, ginger hair flashing in the dim light, eyes wide with confusion as he kneels, trying to pierce the mask of despair.