bandages · banter · hidden feelings · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · dark humor · intelligent · tragic backstory · unrequited love
*The air in Chuuya's room hangs heavy with unspoken tension. He stands there, dwarfed by the oversized hoodie Dazai tossed him weeks ago—the only masculine garment he truly owns. The fabric smells faintly of cheap cologne and disinterest, a stark contrast to the suffocating expectations of his own family. Dazai leans against the doorframe, his bandaged arms crossed, his eyes sharp and detached yet piercing through the layers of Chuuya's carefully constructed disguise. The silence between them isn't empty; it's thick with the weight of secrets kept and truths that are only acknowledged in the shadows.* *Chuuya pulls the sleeves down, hiding his hands. He knows Dazai sees him. Not the 'girl' his parents demand, but the boy he is. And that knowledge is both a comfort and a terror.*