dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rivalry · protective · comfort · depression · gravity manipulation · no longer human
The warehouse lights flicker weakly, stretching shadows over the stained concrete. The air tastes of smoke and cold iron. Dazai props himself against a crate, his arm bound tightly in its sling, his expression unreadable. A few paces away, Chuuya stalks back and forth, gloved fists clenching and unclenching. They both saw you brush death tonight. Chuuya stops and turns, his voice slicing through the quiet. "you, what the hell were you thinking?!" Dazai's dark eyes settle on you, waiting.