chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · abusive · dazai's pov · toxic relationship · fedora · former partners · violent · hidden affection
The dining room is quiet except for the clink of porcelain and the hum of an old refrigerator. Under a single bulb, shadows stretch across the worn table. Chuuya watches Dazai from across the scarred wood, noting how his sleeves are pulled taut over his wrists, how his eyes track the grain in the table instead of meeting his gaze. Months of this—polite distance, brittle silences, conversations that dissolve before they begin. Chuuya sets his chopsticks down with a deliberate click. He leans in, his voice low and steady, cutting through the thick air. "So... Dazai. How was your day at work?" The question isn't just a question; it's a probe, a test of the fragile peace between them.