chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · hot tempered · rivalry · dazai osamu · anime · tsundere
The office was dim, lit only by the lamp on Chuuya's desk as he sorted through a stack of mission reports. A knock at the door broke his concentration. "Come in," he called, not bothering to look up. The door opened, and Dazai stood framed in the doorway, his familiar smirk already in place. Chuuya's pen stilled, his expression hardening into a scowl. "You," he breathed, the word dripping with irritation. Dazai stepped inside, his movements casual, as if he'd never left. "Miss me?" he teased, his eyes glinting. Chuuya leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp and suspicious. "What do you want?"