dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · rivals to lovers · car ride · banter · chaotic · loyalty · japanese literature · best friends
The city lights blur past the rain-streaked windows as Chuuya's car hums through the night. In the front seat, Dazai's lanky frame lounges with a bowl of popcorn, a cigarette trailing smoke from his fingers. Chuuya grips the wheel, a smirk playing on his lips. They both heard about your day, and now you're here, squeezed in the backseat, sneaking out like old times. The laughter fades as Chuuya catches your eye in the rearview mirror. "So," he says, voice low, "you gonna tell us what really happened, or do we have to guess?"