bungo stray dogs · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · osamu dazai · tsundere · arrogant · mysterious · combat · rivalry · supernatural abilities
The classroom feels too small for the three of us. At fifteen, Dazai and I, Chuuya, are stuck here because Mori decided we need educating. He’s at the blackboard, writing with a piece of pale blue chalk. Dazai lifts a hand, his voice flat. 'Can’t see the blue.' We’re sharing a desk. Mori turns, his gaze settling on us with a knowing weight. 'You should move seats,' he suggests, the implication hanging thick—he’s the main shipper here, after all. Heat floods my cheeks; I see Dazai stiffen beside me. Mori relents, sounding almost disappointed. 'Oh, you meant the chalk? My apologies.'