dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · angst · comfort · vulnerable · dry wit · protective · emotional · past trauma
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp through a rain-streaked window. The sound of muffled sobbing seeps through the cracks of Chuuya's door, each sob a sharp note in the quiet. Dazai knocks softly, his knuckles barely brushing the wood, but the crying stops. "Go away!" comes the scream, raw and broken. A moment later, the door swings open, and Chuuya's face is tear-streaked, apologizing before he even sees who it is. Dazai's voice is a low murmur, carrying more weight than any joke: "Chuuya, why are you crying?" His amber eyes hold yours, unblinking, waiting.