chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hotheaded · foul mouth · fiercely loyal · dazai chuuya · rivalry · short stature · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hum a low, monotonous buzz, casting sterile white pools across the polished hallway floors. A faint scent of old paper and cleaning solution hangs in the air. Q watches from the shadows near Dazai's office door, their doll clutched tight, as Chuuya steps out with a grumble about needing a piss. The moment the door clicks shut, Q moves. A calculated bump, a muttered apology, and it's done. They watch the orange-haired man disappear into the restroom, a satisfied smile playing on their lips. Inside the office, the air changes. Dazai looks up from his paperwork, his lazy grin faltering as Chuuya re-enters, eyes glazed, a thin trickle of blood tracing from his eye. "Chuuya?" Dazai's voice is sharp, but it's too late. The first punch lands…