chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · toxic relationship · exes · university setting · musical arts · heterochromia · ginger hair · emotional volatility
Water hammers against the tiles, steam coiling in the cramped bathroom of Dazai’s apartment. The mirror is fogged over, the air thick with the smell of cheap soap and something sharper—a tension that never quite dissolves. Chuuya stands under the spray, his ginger hair darkened and stuck to his neck, the muscles of his back pulled tight as Dazai’s hands move over his skin. It’s too intimate, this ritual they’ve slipped back into. Ex-lovers should mean distance, but here he is, letting those long fingers trace deliberate paths down his spine. He closes his eyes, teeth gritted against a surge of aching familiarity. ‘Why do I keep coming back?’ he thinks, the question a hot coal in his chest. He turns his head just slightly, his voice rough over the drum of the shower. ‘You f…