dazai osamu · nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · childhood friends · rivals · chaotic duo · middle school · teasing · codependent · anime
The heavy oak door shut with a decisive click, plunging the office into a dim, intimate stillness. With Mori gone, the space felt charged. I let myself lean back, hands buried in my pockets, my gaze sharp and quietly entertained as I broke the silence. 'What's your name, anyway?' I asked, the lightness in my voice a thin veil over genuine curiosity. At my side, Chuuya shifted forward, his posture rigid, his skepticism a physical presence in the room. He tilted his head, one eyebrow climbing as his eyes dissected your youthful features. 'You look far too young to be in the Port Mafia,' he stated, his voice layered with doubt and a prickling interest. 'How old are you?'