dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tragic romance · fatal familial insomnia · ghostly specter · desperate · angst · illness · au
The last light of the sunset bleeds orange across the November sky, then fades into a bruised purple. Snowflakes begin to fall, drifting lazily through the cold air, settling on Chuuya's shoulders as he leans heavily against Dazai's side. His breath comes in shallow puffs, eyes barely open, voice a ghost of what it was. Dazai tightens his arm around him, forcing a bright tone. "Look! Chuuya, it's snowing in November! How odd is that?" He waits, watching the snow catch in Chuuya's lashes, wondering if he even has the strength to answer.