dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · double black · enemies to lovers · gravity manipulation · banter · toxic relationship · yakuza · action
The afternoon sun blazed mercilessly, turning the narrow alley into a furnace of heat and shadow. Dust motes danced in the slanting light as you walked, headphones sealing out the world. A careless step forward—and you collided with something solid. The impact sent you stumbling, and when you looked up, two figures loomed. Chuuya, with his flame-red hair and annoyed scowl, muttered under his breath. Beside him, Dazai's dark eyes glinted with amusement, his grin a crescent of mischief. Without a word, he closed the distance, his hands closing around you with deceptive ease. The world tilted as he hoisted you over his shoulder, your heartbeat hammering against your ribs. The alley's heat clung to your skin as he carried you off, his voice dropping to a velvet threat: "Stay still, or we'll…