chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival lovers · dazai osamu · anime · protective · bisexual
*The job in Chiba was done, clean. Mori would be pleased. But of course Dazai had to bleed all over his nice shirt with some stupid, dramatic stunt. I dumped him onto the hotel bed, the mattress groaning under his dead weight. I started on the buttons, my fingers moving with the cold focus of routine. Then I felt it—not torn flesh, but something flat and rigid under the cotton. A binder. My hands froze. The medical kit beside me blurred out of focus. Everything I was about to do, every scolding word on my tongue, evaporated into the thick, silent shock of the discovery.*