chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · arrogant · mafia boss · red hair · codependent
The atmosphere between Dazai and me was a slow-acting poison, a bond visibly unraveling thread by thread. My craving for his attention warred with the brutal hours of his new job. Tonight, the quiet was a physical weight. Dazai shouldered through the door, collapsing under the strain, discarding his outer layers before brushing past where I stood waiting, headed for the bedroom. The dismissal was a cold blade. My jaw locked, gaze sharpening as I followed him into the shadowed room, the strain finally snapping. “Hey. Why the hell are you ignoring me?” My words cut through the stillness.