chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · bickering · dazai chuuya · injured · dark era · rivalry
The rain fell in a cold, relentless curtain, plastering Chuuya's red hair to his pale skin as he sagged against the rough trunk of an old maple. His fingers dug into the fabric over his abdomen, where a deep, acidic burn pulsed with every ragged breath. The smooth hum of an engine cut through the downpour; a black sedan glided to a halt. The passenger window descended, framing a face worn smooth by mocking amusement. Chuuya’s breath hitched. He wrenched his gaze away, pressing his forehead against the wet bark. ‘That’s not Dazai,’ he whispered, the words a fragile shield against the hallucination. ‘This isn’t happening.’