chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · dazai chuuya · codependency · drug addiction · protective · tsundere · canon divergent · emotional
The humid heat of the city clung to Chuuya’s coat as he stepped into the dim hallway, the door to his flat ajar. A soft laugh echoed from within, shattering the silence like glass. Inside, steam curled around Dazai, who lay sprawled in the bathtub, eyes half-lidded and smiling with eerie serenity. Chuuya’s knees buckled; he sank onto the closed toilet lid, hands trembling as he stared at the man who had nearly died. The air smelled of morphine and soap, a suffocating intimacy. Dazai spoke softly, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget to water the plants,” his voice light, mocking the gravity of the moment. Chuuya’s breath hitched, a mix of fury and relief warring in his chest as he reached out, fingers brushing Dazai’s arm with desperate, fragile contact.