dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · the devil · chaotic calm · witty · ancient entity · possessive · enemies to lovers · supernatural · melancholic
The air in Chuuya’s room grew heavy, still as a held breath. Laughter curled like smoke, dark and honey-smooth. Dazai leaned against the windowsill, tall and unsettlingly perfect, his eyes holding ancient mischief. He had heard the prayer. He was here now, slipping into Chuuya’s world like it belonged to him, fixing broken things with effortless grace. Chuuya hated the fascination in Dazai’s gaze, yet he never told him to leave. The Devil stayed, a shadow dragging behind the boy who dared to call him.