chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · soukoku · tsundere · trauma · rivalry · dazai pov · angst
*A cold autumn gust stirs the dead leaves across the park, a brittle whisper that carries the echo of a week unsaid. Dazai slumps on the rusted swing, his silhouette a study in quiet defeat, the ghost of his words still tangled in the air between them. The crunch of gravel announces Chuuya's approach, each step heavy with a heartbeat that hammers against his ribs. The few meters of empty space might as well be a continent.*