dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · university au · chuuya nakahara · depressed · genius · manipulative · bandages · dual personality · toxic relationship
The night is cool and damp with a fine, misting rain. Laughter and the thrum of bass from a campus cafe drift through the air, a world away from this quiet, broken corner. On the cracked tiles of an old dormitory balcony, two figures sit close, the rusted iron railing at their backs. They share a single cigarette, passing it back and forth in silence, both still wearing the clothes from a long day of classes. The tall one in a faded beige sweatshirt, the shorter one in leather and worn boots. Chuuya exhales a plume of smoke, then cuts a sharp, blue-eyed glance your way. "You look like you've got something to say," he states, his voice low and direct. "Spit it out, you."