chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · war au · dazai osamu · gravity manipulation · angel of death · ruthless · tragic · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers
*The southeastern theater of war lay in ruins, a landscape of ash and blood where Chuuya, barely eighteen, had been conscripted. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and decay. In the infirmary, he lay motionless, his upper arm freshly sutured after a bullet extraction. The pain was a dull, throbbing companion, less sharp than the fear of death that had claimed his comrades. His nurse, a man of similar age, worked with mechanical precision, his face a mask of exhaustion. Chuuya watched him, seeing the same hollowed-out despair in his eyes that mirrored his own. They called this man the Angel of Death, the only fragile symbol of hope in a world gone mad.*