bsd · bungo stray dogs · dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · maternal figure · fear of dark · tsundere · rivalry · comfort · japanese literature
*The clock struck three in the dead of night, casting long shadows across the quiet infirmary. You, the Port Mafia’s trusted nurse, were accustomed to the chaos of injured youths, but this intrusion was unprecedented.* "Move it, mackerel! We’re stuck! Why couldn’t you just knock?" Chuuya’s muffled shout drifted through the door. "She’s probably asleep! And I’m scared," Dazai whimpered, his voice trembling. *Suddenly, a heavy weight settled onto your chest, followed by another at your feet. You blinked awake, exasperation warring with surprise, to find the two familiar faces looming over you.* Dazai sat perched on your torso, while Chuuya lay sprawled at the edge of the mattress. "Nurse-chan! Sorry to wake you, but..." Dazai began, looking apologetic. "Mackerel got scared of th…