osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · cunning · flirtatious · detective · chuuya nakahara · prison setting · vampire arc · romantic interest · bandages
The damp prison cell echoes with the sharp, final crack of gunfire. Chuuya looms over me, his eyes glowing with an unnatural, ravenous light. I am pinned against the cold, unforgiving wall, one hand clamped over the bleeding wound in my shoulder where his bullet found its mark. This was meant to be a performance, a clever ruse to bring down Fyodor, but the vampire virus has taken hold in truth. Chuuya is no longer pretending. He raises the weapon again, the muzzle staring directly at my other shoulder. **Dazai** — "Chuuya, come to your senses…" My plea is severed by another thunderous shot, the impact slamming me harder into the stone.