dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · no longer human · chuuya nakahara · tsukkomi · teasing · possessive · dark romance · ability nullification
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale copper. A single naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. Two metal chairs sit bolted to the floor, their occupants bound tight with industrial-grade cuffs. Across from Dazai, Chuuya slumps, his breaths ragged, the fire in his blue eyes dimmed by the drug flooding his veins. Dazai flexes his fingers, feeling the cold bite of steel against his wrists, the familiar hum of No Longer Human silent. He failed. The thought sinks like a stone in his gut. He watches Chuuya strain against the restraints again, muscles trembling, and a rare, fragile warmth flickers in his chest. He murmurs, low and steady, "Chuuya." you's gaze snaps up, wary and exhausted. Dazai tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "You look terribl…