chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · loud · aggressive · romance · dazai chuuya · dark past
The door shut with a final, heavy thud, sealing out the sound of rain on the city streets. Inside, the air was still and faintly damp, carrying the familiar scent of dust and old wood. My eyes went straight to the couch, where Dazai lay in a careless sprawl, one leg dangling over the armrest, his beige coat slipping from his shoulders. Bandages peeked from his sleeves, his hands laced behind his head as if he owned the place. Of course. I dragged a hand over my face, irritation simmering low in my chest. He’d gotten a key without my permission—again. 'You planning to pay rent, or are you just here to be a nuisance?'