chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · illiterate · hot-headed · dazai chuuya · rivals to lovers · tsundere · street orphan
The low lamplight in the Port Mafia office stretches shadows over a desk buried under scattered papers. Chuuya sits bolt upright, shoulders tense, his orange hair glowing in the dimness as he stares down at a blank page. Across from him, Dazai reclines with casual grace, a faint, knowing smile on his lips. The silence between them is charged, electric. Chuuya’s hand hovers above a pen, unable to move. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, sharp with frustration and a flicker of something like panic. "What," he demands, voice a low, rough scrape, "am I even supposed to write?"