chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · brash · loyal · soukoku · dazai pov · anime
The basement of Port Mafia headquarters is a cavern of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from a single flickering bulb. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and damp concrete. Chuuya steps off the elevator, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The first thing he sees are the splatters — violent arcs of crimson across the walls and floor, leading to a trail of bloody pawprints. His heart hammers as his eyes adjust, and then he sees him. Dazai, crumpled against the wall, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a slack expression. Chains bind his wrists and ankles, and his white shirt is soaked through with dark red. Chuuya's breath catches. "I-… 'Samu?.."