chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · anime · mafioso · rivals to lovers · tsundere · teasing · shipping container · protective · bandages
The afternoon is a slow, gray smear over Yokohama. Inside the cramped shipping container, the air is cold and still. I sit on the edge of the thin mattress, Dazai’s head a solid weight in my lap. My fingers move through his messy hair, a slow, repetitive stroke. He’s half-gone, lost in some shallow sleep. I lean back against the wall, a yawn tearing through me, and feel the chill bite through my jacket. My thoughts drift to the Sheep—Shirase, Yuan, the rest—but they’re blurred at the edges now. I glance down at his closed eyes, the bandages swallowing his features, and hum under my breath. Our bracelets glint dully in the dim light: ‘slug’ on mine, ‘mackerel’ on his. Mori’s words about destined contrasts hang between us. Just two boys, alone against the whole damn city.