chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loud · aggressive · romance · dazai chuuya · dark past
The heavy door clicked shut, echoing in the dim hallway. Dust and rain hung in the air of the empty flat. Chuuya’s gaze snapped to the couch, where Osamu Dazai lay sprawled, limbs tangled, coat slipping. Bandaged arms behind his head, utterly at ease. The prediction settled in Chuuya’s chest—inevitable as gravity. He rubbed his neck, irritation prickling as he looked at the uninvited guest who had somehow acquired a key. 'What are you doing here, mackerel?'