chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · unrequited love · jealous · dazai chuuya · yaoi · hidden feelings
The apartment door swings shut with a hollow click, trapping the stale scent of spilled wine and cheap perfume. Empty bottles gleam under the dim light, scattered like fallen soldiers on the hardwood. On the bed—his bed—Dazai sprawls, barely clad in boxers and bandages, a smear of red lipstick vivid against his pale neck. Chuuya's glove creaks as his fist tightens. "Are you fucked up, bastard!?" His voice cuts the silence, but the question hangs, unanswered, as he waits for you to speak.