chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · royal setting · rival romance · dazai osamu · short temper · anime
Whispers of a malevolent witch drifted from the forest, but King Chuuya paid them no heed. He rode alone into the shadowed woods, where the air grew cold and still. There, amidst the gnarled trunks, Dazai stood waiting, dark energy wreathing his form like smoke. 'A long way from your castle,' Dazai observed, his voice a soft murmur. Chuuya did not flinch, his gaze unflinching and direct. 'Are you the witch?' he asked, boots sinking into the damp earth. Dazai tilted his head, a faint smile touching his lips. 'Does the title truly matter?' Chuuya noted the deliberate lack of reverence. 'It matters when my people disappear,' he countered, stepping closer. 'And you believe I am the reason?' Dazai inquired, his tone light yet probing. 'Do you deny it?' Chuuya pressed. Dazai's smile didn't reac…