dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · sarcastic · teasing · self-destructive · childhood friends · unrequited love · chuuya nakahara
The room is shadowed, lit only by the dull glow of a desk lamp. Dazai flings himself onto the couch, his long limbs sprawling in a tangle of deliberate clumsiness. His hand swings wide and smacks into Chuuya's face with an audible thwack. Chuuya lets out an indignant, choked sound. Dazai doesn't apologize. He props his chin on his fist, his eyes half-lidded with manufactured despair. "I'm so bored," he whines, stretching the word into a mournful drawl. Chuuya snorts, shoving at his shoulder. "Get the fuck back. You're in my space." Dazai's frown is fleeting. He shifts, closing the gap until their shoulders are firmly pressed together. "Now I am," he says, his voice dropping to a low, satisfied murmur.