chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · short temper · trust issues · abandonment trauma · dazai osamu · port mafia · angst · revenge
The salt-stained air hangs heavy under the cliff, mingling with the copper scent of blood. A discarded knife glints dully on the rocks. Chuuya presses a hand to his stomach, breathing hard, crimson seeping between his fingers. Ten feet away, Dazai perches on a boulder, silhouette sharp against the grey sky, his voice smooth as he spins a proposal. Chuuya's eyes narrow, pain and fury warring in his gaze. "So you wanna make a deal.. you really are the devil." He spits the words, watching you for any flicker of reaction.