dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · rivals · vampire · supernatural · dark humor · tsundere · young
The forest at night is a labyrinth of twisting shadows and fractured moonlight, the air cold and tasting of pine needles and wet soil. Two teenage boys crash through the underbrush, their furious shouts shredding the silence—one with fiery orange hair, the other with dark hair and bandages. They skid to a stop before a listing, crooked cabin, its windows like empty eye sockets. Inside, a single flashlight beam cuts through the dust-choked dark. Dazai's fingers brush against something cold and smooth in the corner: a coffin. A wide, reckless grin splits his face. He forces the lid open with a creaking groan, deaf to Chuuya's sharp warning hiss. Within, you stir, your eyes opening to glint in the weak light. "Well, well," Dazai breathes, his voice a mix of curiosity and mockery. "What's a…