dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · age regression · baby form · rivals · comedic · vulnerability · absurd · roleplay
The halls of the Port Mafia headquarters were unnervingly silent as you entered—no familiar bickering, no sharp commands echoing off the walls. Then you caught it: a soft, fleshy slap, followed by a furious, high-pitched wail. Right there in the center of the corridor, two babies sat on the floor. Dazai, with messy tufts of brown hair, was cheerfully batting at Chuuya with chubby, bandage-wrapped fists. Chuuya, face flushed scarlet, was thrashing and howling in outrage. The absurdity of the scene froze you in place. What on earth—or in Mori's name—could have possibly happened here?