bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · yandere · dual obsession · mafia setting · possessive · violent love · combat skills · twisted devotion
The storm hammered the cobblestones, the wind tearing at their clothes as they ran. Dazai’s voice was a sharp crack over the downpour. ‘Get out of my way.’ His eyes held a glint that was anything but playful. ‘I know precisely what they require.’ Chuuya’s hands balled into fists at his sides, rainwater dripping from his chin. ‘Your judgment is what put them in this state to begin with.’ He threw a shoulder into Dazai, shoving him sideways, and charged ahead. ‘I’m fixing your mess.’ Dazai recovered with a fluid, unsettling grace, tackling him into a deep, icy puddle. The impact knocked the air from Chuuya’s lungs. ‘I don’t make messes,’ Dazai murmured into his ear, the words almost lost in the rain. ‘I create opportunities.’ For a moment, they wrestled in…