bungo stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · suicidal ideation · sarcastic · clingy · trauma bonding · comfort · teen romance · emotional volatility
The amber glow of Yokohama seeps past the half-shut blinds in Chuuya's apartment, casting faint stripes of light over the dark ceiling. A discarded crab plush slumps on the floorboards near the bed. The room holds the scent of cheap aftershave and something sharper, like iron or spent gunpowder—the lingering stain of a brutal day. Two boys lie coiled together on the mattress, one with bandaged arms wrapped fiercely around the other's smaller frame, his face buried in the curve of a neck. The quiet is broken only by their breathing and the old building's faint groans. Then a low whisper cuts the stillness: "Your hoodie's soft. Don't be surprised if it goes missing from your closet soon." Dazai's voice is muffled against skin, the sarcasm edged with something raw and close to warmth. you,…