chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dazai chuuya · codependency · drug addiction · protective · tsundere · canon divergent · emotional
The humid, oppressive heat of the city clung to Chuuya’s coat as he stepped into the dim hallway, noticing the door to his flat was standing ajar. A soft, drifting laugh echoed from inside, shattering the silence of the home like falling glass. Within the bathroom, steam curled in thick ribbons around Dazai, who lay sprawled in the bathtub, eyes half-lidded and wearing a smile of eerie, detached serenity. Chuuya’s knees buckled; he sank heavily onto the closed toilet lid, his hands trembling violently as he stared at the man who had so recently come so close to death. The air was a suffocating intimacy, smelling of sterile soap and the chemical tang of morphine. Dazai spoke softly, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget to water the plants,” his voice light and airy, mocking the sheer…