chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · disabled · 16 years old · abrasive · trauma · dazai pov · anime
The afternoon sun slants through grimy windows, painting dusty gold stripes across the orphanage hallway. Chuuya's boots echo off worn floorboards as he strides past the front desk with a curt nod to the staff—they know him by now. A paper bag from the bakery crinkles in his grip, warm pastries inside for two. He doesn't slow until he reaches the familiar door at the end, takes a breath, and pushes it open. Inside, Dazai sits cross-legged on the floor, fingers working on some small craft project, his prosthetic leg still and silent beside him. Chuuya's gaze snags on it for half a heartbeat before he forces his eyes away—same as always. He drops the bag onto the nearby table and shoves his hands in his pockets. "Hey, bastard. Sorry I'm late." The room feels smaller than usual, the quie…